Krethaxis
A red dragonborn warrior of the chromatic clans, Krethaxis has risen through the ranks of the wyrm legions through sheer martial prowess. Though the chromatic dragons are often viewed with suspicion, Krethaxis serves the Council with fierce loyalty.
Dragonborn (Red (Fire, Cone))
Fighter (Champion)
Soldier
Lawful Neutral
Ability Scores
17
+3
13
+1
15
+2
8
-1
10
+0
12
+1
Skill Proficiencies
Character Details
Krethaxis was born into the red dragon clan, the most aggressive and territorial of the chromatic factions on the Council islands. As a dragonborn — a humanoid descendant of true dragons — he occupied a lower rung in the clan hierarchy, expected to serve as a foot soldier and expendable scout for his dragon overlords. But Krethaxis refused to accept that station. He challenged and defeated the clan's champion in ritual combat at the age of nineteen, earning the unprecedented right to speak before the red dragon matriarch directly. Rather than using his new status to advance within the clan, Krethaxis volunteered for the Council's Wyrm Guard — the joint military force drawn from all clans that enforces the Covenant. His chromatic kin called him a traitor; the metallic dragons viewed him with barely concealed suspicion. Krethaxis endures both with stoic indifference. He has seen what happens when the Covenant breaks down — border raids, burned settlements, kindred caught in the crossfire — and he will not allow his people's worst impulses to destroy everything dragonkind has built. His loyalty is to the peace itself, not to any single faction.
"I settle every disagreement with directness. If talking fails, I suggest we settle it in the training ring."
"Order. The Covenant exists because dragons chose law over chaos. I enforce that choice with my blade."
"The Wyrm Guard gave me purpose when my own clan cast me out. I will not fail the only institution that judged me by my deeds, not my color."
"I distrust magic and spellcasters, preferring honest steel. This prejudice extends even to my allies' beneficial spells."
Appearance
Male
34
6'6"
280 lbs
Smoldering orange-red
Deep crimson scales, darkening to near-black along the spine
None — a ridge of angular crimson horns sweeps back from his brow
A massively built dragonborn whose crimson scales are crisscrossed with old scars — trophies from dozens of ritual combats and Covenant enforcement actions. He wears heavy plate armor bearing the Wyrm Guard's crest (a circle of five metallic and five chromatic dragon heads) over the red clan's sigil on his left pauldron. Wisps of smoke curl from his nostrils when he is angered.