Greetings stranger.
I do hope that you have entered this draconic graveyard with good intentions, for I am the protector of those buried within this domain.

|:|The large black dragon flaps his tattered wings, scattering the cobwebs and grave dust from them. He continues to eye you with an unsettling stare until he seems convinced that his deceased wards are safe.|:|

Well, if you are not a looter, then I welcome you. Feel free to wander the graveyard as your liesure, but do not tamper with the graves and mausoleums.

I forgot to introduce myself, for I am Mortuarium, a crypt dragon and watcher of these sacred grounds.
I suppose that you have never seen another like myself, as I am from an ancient race of dragons, or what you would call 'draiks'.

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Carrion Dragons

I do not care to ramble on about my species, but I shall say this... in ancient times we were a species living in harmony with death. Through the teachings of undead necormancy, we became obsessed with undeath. Many of the elders used forbidden rituals to transform themselves into liches, a magical type of undead.

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Enlightenment

|:|His baleful green eyes flare up for a moment, then die down again into a calm steady glow.|:|

I myself was no better, praised as one who had the potential to become a future draconic lich king.

Fortunately fate interceded and taught me better.

Once again I do not wish to ramble on so I shall explain my lesson quickly.

It was through a battle with a dragon slayer; one who was an equal match for me; that the inevitable came upon me.
Both of us fataly wounded and unable to fight another moment, I watched him... equal, being visited by death the same as myself.

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Death

I could feel the cold touch of death upon me, and it was then that I realised the inevitablilty, the pure power of death. Death wasn't evil, or a toy, or something that could be fought against. Old or young, human or dragon, it would come, no matter what, nothing could stop it.

During my near death experience, I was visited by the Death Dragon, the Dispassionate Watcher, the God of Death, the one who counted every dragon's life as sand in an hourglass. He showed me many a vision and truth that would be impossible to re-explain.

I swore to serve him from then on, to become his cleric.

From that point on, I was an outcast in my tribe. My former comrades and clutchmates could not understand my new philosophies. (Sadly, it was the original purpose of our dragon spieces that I followed, lost over many millenia).

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Dragon Graveyard

|:|He motions with his clawed hands, showing the domain that is his duty, the very purpose of his life.|:|

From there I recieved more visions from the Death Dragon, he had an honored task for me.

I was sent to watch over the site of a draconic graveyard, a place much like an elephant graveyard, where dying dragons came to die.

I was to watch over the remains of those who sought to die there. It was my sacred duty to protect my 'wards' and thier remaining hoards from graverobbers. After the draiks in these lands seemed to slowly dissapear, I had gone into a watchful hibernation, awaking only to the movement of an intruder.

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Draik Clan

http://draikclan.lzrd.net/phpnuke/index.php

I was awoken by the emergence of new dragons, or draiks, to my old land. Thier stirring the land awoke me, and now I am awake after nearly two centuries of sleep.
I lurk in the cemetary still gladly speaking with those who visit, but only after I feel content the visitor means no harm to my ancient wards.

|:|He moves his head closer, eyeing you with an intent stare to show his sincerity.|:|

I am rather ancient and have centuries of wisdom behind me. I quite enjoy teaching younger dragons and draiks, and would be willing to teach all who approach me. I have no qualm with any, and tend to be rather paitient.

I have heard of one named Sephirosu who searches for the bones of dragons. I hope to settle any dispute before it arises, for as long as he leaves my wards be, I have nothing against him.

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Stats and Vitals

Mortuarium

I am many centuries old. My current Level is 18. My Strength is 48. My Move is 10. My Defence is 22. My Endurance is 109. My Intellegence is 61. Size: Rather large. Over 15 ft at the shoulder. Personality: Dispassionate, Death Obsessed, Scholarly, Religious Nick Names: Mort Birthday: November 27th Special Markings: Dark grey (practically black) with olive stripes and markings. Tattered wings, Skull-like head. Breath Weapon: Flesh Rotting breath. (green acidic fire)

Special Powers

Understanding all languages Ancient Draconic Knowledge (magically known) Detecting falshoods Clerical magic (mostly death magic, and divinations)

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