Hundreds of feet long, and as black as desolate night… the last of the great Mystaran black dragons.
The Alchemist is missing a hind limb from an old encounter with a clan of giants that, naturally, didn’t survive the encounter- when disguised as a human, it has a slight limp that it’s shifting abilities can’t quite correct. Over decades of supernatural modification and the ingestion of special elixers, the Alchemist can produce a wide variety of potions and tinctures from it’s bile and breath, like an artist can paint images or a singer many notes. As one of the most successful non-Shemnitic merchants ever to live in Medecca, the resources it has access to are monumental, almost like a Visir.
To leave the desert and wander into Oberonn’s Land can only bode ill-well…