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Kah'Lien Stormbrook

Kah'Lien is a membert of the Dengahr Race.

Daengahr Race
This race has the proportions of a human, but is definitely reptilian in origin. Daengahr are medium in size and stand about six feet tall. With a hide of typically ranging from deep forest green to brown or grey, it changes slightly depending upon the environment that it is in. A two foot snakelike tail extends towards the ground, and their hands are tipped with small claws. Often initially mistaken for Yuan Ti, upon closer inspection, observers find that the initial assumption is false. Unlike many races, danegahr are particularly adept at traversing underground caverns and working with stone using their bare hands. Their claws, though weak against flesh, is particularly useful against objects of stone. Their hidework is equally impressive. Daengahr are typically found carrying one of their ritual bladesticks, and continue their ongoing quest to rid the world of demons and other creatures of the Abyss. Their origins somehow linked with the place make them especially sensitive to such subjects. Typically when asked about their history, they prefer to avoid the subject, and often turn and walk away. They seem to pity those who have been made slaves by other races. Daengahr are very comfortable around Dwarves, because of their shared affinity for the mining of rock and stone. Freed daengahr are often found in the company of dwarves, and talk to them freely. They do not hold any grudges against elves as their dwarven friends do, because they have no reason.

“Centuries in the past, the prospective deity ascendant Craelah, a serpentine demon captured several hundred humans and trapped them in the Underdark.. Forcing the people into servitude, he made them worship him like the god he wished to become.

In order to lessen their stubbornness, Craelah forever changed the peoples, twisting them into creatures that resembled his own, ‘divine’ nature. This was to be a reminder of their servitude in honor of him. As part of this long forgotten torturous process, he enhanced them in some ways, with better stamina and tougher hides. His enhancements gave them longer lives so that they could continually serve him. He also gave them the natural tools to do his bidding. But with these enhancements came a price. The people, whom he pridefully called the Craelahn after himself, gained weaknesses with their strengths. But this was of no consequence to Craelah, as a weakness to transformational magic effects only made it easier for him to recreate these mortals in his own, twisted image.

It was in Craelah’s eyes that before he could become a deity, he would have to have a temple of his own. Knowing that his creatures would have to carve his temple out of the cliff walls, he gave them serpentine claws which were hard against stone yet weak against flesh. Banishing them from using metal, he forced them into learning how to accomplish their labor using their hands, and the leather he provided them. The little metal they received was used on ornamental tools and weapons, created by the feared chieftan Hulen. He hid these from the would-be deity, for their final revolt. The two most relevant weapons were the Hulen Bladesticks and Hulen Quickblades. The first of these weapons resembles a swept back single-bladed war axe. The second is a long extruded pole tipped on either end by a hooked barb. As Craelah became more powerful, and more prideful, he lessened his grip slightly on his slaves. They had served him for hundreds of years, and he figured that any knowledge of the past would have been long forgotten. But this was when he made his fatal mistake. His Craelahn people revolted against him and overthrew his authority. Using the weapons they had so secretly crafted out of the stone they had cut, they
were able to defeat the demon and set themselves free.

No longer wishing to be called the Craelahn, the race changed their name to Daengahr, which, in the Abyssal tongue, stood for demon slayers. Many made their way to the surface world. It was here from which their origins came, and there that they wished to return. Never to ‘fit in’ again, they took upon themselves the quest of their race. To become fighters and defeat any demon-lords that would stand above others as ruler.”
Character belongs to Droakir