Kurahk

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One day, six dragons were born across Sorneith, bound together by fate...
Kurahk has the unlucky fate of suffering all five of the other Rahkshi as his charge. This gives him a little respect as their "leader", but that usually just means he's stuck with cleaning up after them all and trying to make sure they all survive. It's a job that makes him incredibly pissy all the time, but those that are close to him know to be worried when he goes absolutely silent.

Geneva welcomed the six Rahkshi into Clan Reocailura, always willing to turn a blind eye to others' less-than-savoury pasts, and uncaring of the legends associated with their name. Besides, she figured that they were too young to have gotten up to any real mischief yet and that growing up in the friendly kaselyn's clan would do the Rahkshi good - or at least that's how she justified sending the six young dragons off to an allied clan while they made space on the island. Disaster struck however, and kaselyn's clan was Silenced - the matriarch and patriarch became grim and listless, refusing to eat or care for their clan, until one by one every dragon in the clan followed. Where Clan Kaselyn once was, now there are only statues, perfectly preserved dragons in the shadows of the Viridian Labyrinth.

Kurahk saw what was happening, and persuaded his fellow Rahkshi to leave the clan. There was no chance, he said, of Geneva returning to bring them back into Clan Reocailura. She had forgotten them in the forest, and left them to die. But they would not die - they would forge their own way in the world, proving they needed nothing besides each other to survive.

Life for a clanless dragon on Sorneith is difficult - no lair to call their own, no stockpile of food, no treasury to fall back on when times are tough. Kurahk and the other Rahkshi became mercenaries, driven by necessity. Perhaps it was the hand of fate that would not allow them to be anything other than villains, but the Guardian doesn't care what his brothers and sisters are called, as long as they live.


Hunting Grounds: Southern Icefield
Familiar: Living Sculpture