Like all dragons, the black comes to us in three size/age categories: young, adult, and ancient. Quick note, before i dive into the encounters - any crhomatic dragon can become a prepared spellcaster, by merely swapping out some of their physical abilities for an array of spells, which is highly versatile, giving you room to customize a dragon encounter even further.
Unlike most of his kin, Gargathas the black dragon isn't one to follow tradition. Whereas other black dragons claim swamps, marshes and rotten tundras as their homes, Gargathas makes his lair deep within the ancient and labyrinthine sewer system of the city of Kepesh. Since arriving there, he has enslaved five tribes of goblins, along with a rabid pack of goblin dogs, several enclaves of Ootyughs (who don't exactly serve him willingly), an order of mad monks who live in the sewers to punish themselves, and an entire department of college alchemists who happened to be doing research of the foul waters.
As nearly a quarter of the city's population (usually the escaped slaves, and the outright second class citizens) eventually make their way into the massive, unexplored sewers, the dragon is becoming essentially an authority parallel to that of the city's nobles, and dragonslayers are called forth.
Although black dragons don't particularly like any other races, they aren't above using them as a means to an end. An adventurous young black dragon named Nimandrith used to claim a patch of atolls known as Deadreef as his own, but due to their proximity to a volcanic archipelago, a red dragon has forced him out.
Nowdays, Nimandrith goes by the moniker Dread Captain Druzil, leading a small flotilla of pirate ships. The recent surge in recruitment is due to him finally deciding he stands a chance against his rival, but new pirates may not be let in on the secret until it's too late.
Glabadraxia, the ancient black wyrm used to rule empires and cults in times long since forgotten. Over the ages, her temperament has very much softened, and for the past milenium, she has been looking for someone worthy of inheriting the vast (mostly alchemical in nature) treasure she has collected over the years. Due to her newfound (she has been doing it for only a bit over a thousand years) hobby being brewing hot sauces, "worthy heir" means "someone able to swallow a spoonful of her super secret sauce without flinching". While her intentions are indeed well-meaning, as she'd hate for her vast legacy to rot, she cares not much for the occasional death she causes, as she only sees such occurrences as weeding out the weak.
Unlike most of his kin, Gargathas the black dragon isn't one to follow tradition. Whereas other black dragons claim swamps, marshes and rotten tundras as their homes, Gargathas makes his lair deep within the ancient and labyrinthine sewer system of the city of Kepesh. Since arriving there, he has enslaved five tribes of goblins, along with a rabid pack of goblin dogs, several enclaves of Ootyughs (who don't exactly serve him willingly), an order of mad monks who live in the sewers to punish themselves, and an entire department of college alchemists who happened to be doing research of the foul waters.
As nearly a quarter of the city's population (usually the escaped slaves, and the outright second class citizens) eventually make their way into the massive, unexplored sewers, the dragon is becoming essentially an authority parallel to that of the city's nobles, and dragonslayers are called forth.
Although black dragons don't particularly like any other races, they aren't above using them as a means to an end. An adventurous young black dragon named Nimandrith used to claim a patch of atolls known as Deadreef as his own, but due to their proximity to a volcanic archipelago, a red dragon has forced him out.
Nowdays, Nimandrith goes by the moniker Dread Captain Druzil, leading a small flotilla of pirate ships. The recent surge in recruitment is due to him finally deciding he stands a chance against his rival, but new pirates may not be let in on the secret until it's too late.
Glabadraxia, the ancient black wyrm used to rule empires and cults in times long since forgotten. Over the ages, her temperament has very much softened, and for the past milenium, she has been looking for someone worthy of inheriting the vast (mostly alchemical in nature) treasure she has collected over the years. Due to her newfound (she has been doing it for only a bit over a thousand years) hobby being brewing hot sauces, "worthy heir" means "someone able to swallow a spoonful of her super secret sauce without flinching". While her intentions are indeed well-meaning, as she'd hate for her vast legacy to rot, she cares not much for the occasional death she causes, as she only sees such occurrences as weeding out the weak.
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