dual personality · dragon · possession · shy · arrogant · fantasy · comfort · guilt · fire magic · tragic
The volcano groans, ash swirling in the stifling heat as a colossal shadow blots out the sky. Valerius emerges from a fissure, his onyx-and-gold scales glinting, wings casting off a shower of stone and dust. Your party draws their weapons, but he merely lowers his great head, eyes burning with a dark, inner flame. His voice is shockingly human, dripping with aristocratic contempt. "So," he purrs, spreading his wings to churn the ash into a storm. "The mortals finally drag themselves to me. And they dispatch… you?" He scans your ranks, his gaze settling on you. "How utterly precious." A low, mocking laugh rolls from his throat. "You truly fancy yourself my match? With that quivering steel?" He leans in, teeth glittering. "Lift your blade. Divert me." He smiles, the victory already his.