Name: Glacier Rimefrost (Level 16 druid)

Species: Ice Dragon

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Personal Virtue: Faithfulness

Personal Vice: Wrath

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Magic Sensing: Glacial is an adult dragon and an exceptionally powerful druid. He possesses a keen connection to ice and frost. He is a cold-soul druid, a rare sort of druid who was born with an innate, inborn connection to glaciers and other bodies of ice. The magic that resonates with his soul is evocation magic.

Faith Sense & Authority Detection: Glacial is an influential dragon. He has a band of human followers and is served by wyverns and other devolved dragonkin. He is also treated with respect by other ice dragons.

He has fathered many other dragons and is angry at the frost giants for daring to make the slaying of his children a cornerstone of their culture. He aspires to acquire vengeance and to freeze every last frost giant. His followers are aware of this goal of his and they were the ones who awoke him when glaciers began to melt so that he could take advantage of this time to lash out at the giants.

Soul Sense: Glacial could make a potent dark-knight or warlock if given permission to use such powers to acquire vengeance. If not then odds are his will will have to be corrupted and corroded for him to become someone you can grant a religious class too, or at least for him to become someone who will serve you faithfully.

The dragon sailed silently through the air. Its massive body was impressively sleek despite being incredibly long and measuring roughly fifteen meters from snout to tail. The dragon was not especially muscular and had a lithe build that belied its true strength. The beast could crush ice and had the power to smash through glacial walls.

The dragon had ice-white eyes and deep within them, a visible fury swirled. But so too did something else: a smug satisfaction. The grim dragon was visibly eager, its claws vibrating with bloodthirsty delight at the thought of savaging frost giants and taking their lives.

The creature was incredibly speedy. It sped through the icy, cloudless skies and its eyes could see for kilometers even at the speeds it was flying. The creature would occasionally be distracted by the rare, delectable morsel that was attempting to travel here or there atop the assorted glaciers or other solidly sized chunks of ice that floated through the icy sea.

That said, in a testament to the beasts willpower, an especially rare trait in ice-dragons, it managed to overcome any and all temptation brought on by the sight of easy meals. It was saving its hunger for meals that would be more satisfying: the delicious taste of frost giant flesh.

I ignored all of the sounds around me and listened quietly to the beating of distant wings. I heard the force and hatred that spurred them on and smiled. At last, I closed my eyes, insofar as my thought-form had eyes, and killed the blizzard that was beating around me. The eldritch weather died as abruptly as it started, and in the span of time it took the human heart to beat three times the last of the snow and ice had fallen to the floor and at last the giants around me could see my thought-form.

They each stared at me, silently and with assorted emotions visible in their gazes. I could see awe, fear, admiration, and other emotions in their white, blue, green, and even scarlet eyes. I chuckled, the sound escaping the difficult to see thought-form I had adopted.

I heard their muscles clench and tighten in anxiety as they realized that the sound I had uttered was a chuckle. I heard their heartbeats quicken, and I could almost see their muscles flex as they prepared to swing into action or to flee in terror at whatever I did next. I turned my attention to them fully, finally giving them the attention they had sought earlier.

"Mortals... I have done what you asked of me." I explained, attempting to sound divine and boisterous. I infused divine power into my voice, and made it spread out evenly across the surface of the glacier we all stood on top of.

"However, a god does not aid mortals for free..." I told the giants, ominously. I took a second to make eye contact with each and every one of them. As I did, they tried to avert their gazes from my powerful eyes. They attempted to turn away from the terrifying power of my gaze, but I didn't allow them too. I felt their fear of me sharply increase when they realized they couldn't control their own bodies.

I did this very simply. All it took was an application of my powers over skin and bones. I simply prevented them from averting my gaze by locking them in place and ensuring that they looked at what passed for my face. This thought-form had two empty eye-sockets from which shone two brilliant yellow lights, one that was almost as bright as the sun which was visible in the skies above the glacier.

"What will you give me in return for my aid?" I asked, speaking powerfully. My voice echoed eerily across the featureless wastes. I felt them shudder in fear once more, once again reminded that even though I was a god of freedom I was still a god and gods would always be different from the mortals they aid.

"Althos... Thank you for your aid! Please inform us as to what would be an appropriate price for us to pay?" One of them asked, and that question caused me to pause and turn to face her.

She was a young female giant. She had clear blue eyes and an innocent expression on her face. She stared into my eyes, and wasn't trying to pull away from my stare. We gazed at each other for a few moments, long enough for the other giants to begin to relax, before I began to speak.

"You would ask a god to name their own price? Curious..." I remarked, amused by this. I had busied myself during my time in the tower by making contact with mortals across the universe and though this wasn't a first, I had enjoyed using chances like this to spread mischief. I could both hear and feel the other giants around her react in annoyance to the giant's proclamation and to my response.

"Hmm... And you are also the boldest of the giants present..." I observed, rewarding her willingness to speak first by acknowledging the truth. She was quite brave.

Off in the distance, the dragon drew ever nearer. I could hear the beating of its wing, and I could hear its heart pounding faster and faster. I knew that soon the blasted beast would grow close enough to attack with its fierce frost breath. For a moment I dove into myself, into the strange part of my mind that tethered the system, the domains and subdomains, and myself together. As I did so I looked at the powers granted to me by a stranger domain of mine that I hadn't had many chances to fully and truly use: the domain of disease.

Disease domain passive powers:

Symptom Manipulation: This particularly nasty power allows you to manipulate the symptoms someone feels and exacerbates them or lessen them. This power is a creative one whose potency is limited only to your imagination. With it, you can also cause perfectly healthy people to begin to experience symptoms of assorted diseases without any distinct cause, aside from your own will. For example, with this power you can cause someone to experience a fever, a headache, or nausea.

Infection: You can now infect creatures with a disease without attacking them first. This power still requires that you make some form of contact with them, though "contact" as a god is a bit more loosely defined than it would be for mortals.

Pathogen mastery: You can now control bacteria, viruses, and other microorganisms that can cause diseases. These organisms now obey you and can mutate at your command as well attack those whom you command them to attack.

Subjugative illnesses: You can cause those who are infected with a disease or illness you can manipulate to want to serve you. This power is a synergistic one that takes from the eldritch, law, and faith domains. Creatures you control like this experience either relief from the pain they are enduring due to the diseases and illnesses or outright pleasure and joy when they serve you.

Disease attacks: You can cause any attack of yours that you wish to infect those it hits with any disease you can manipulate.

Corruption And Purity Infection: Your attacks can infuse creatures with pure or corruptive energy. This is a synergistic power that takes from the subdomains of corruption and purity and allows you to infect creatures with power from the seven virtues and the seven deadly sins.

Forcible Mutation Inducement: You can now force creatures to become mutated, their very genes unable to resist your wicked and corrosive powers.

Rot manipulation: This synergistic power takes from the domain of destruction and the subdomain of fungi. With it you can manipulate decay and can cause all sorts of matter to decompose at an accelerated rate. You can also undo rot and cause that which has decayed to regenerate and regrow.

Disease domain active power:

Possession Infection: You can grant extraplanars advanced mastery over possession, allowing them to do a number of things to creatures they possess beyond just riding them or controlling them. This power turns possession into something akin to an infection, not just a parasitic infection. Creatures who are targeted by this power are dominated by you but are also able to possess creatures and act independently. This is a once a day power.

By the time I finished mulling over the powers over and related to diseases I had gained I glanced off at the sky and chuckled. The dragon was now in view, and within seconds it would have become visible to even my allies. Or rather it might have, if I didn't immediately open a portal in front of it, one which led deep underground, and the dragon only had a second to react to it right before sailing right through it.

I suppose I ought to get some practice fighting powerful creatures before I next fight against Morehammer... I thought, in the safety of my own mind. I wasn't used to individual combat, and fighting a creature as powerful as Glacial would be some good practice for me to finally get used to fighting. Plus I had a number of powers that could easily allow me to control the battle, especially against a mortal.

I opened a portal to the place the dragon had been deposited, and through it I could already hear the sounds of crashing and of pained roars. I glanced at the giants, and they shuddered as they heard the noises coming from the portal.

"I'll be back." I told them, my voice filled with a dark sadism, and an unbecoming excitement, as I stepped through the portal and into the portion of the world beneath Puerto Rico. I had transported Glacial Rimefrost into one of the empty caverns not far from the city of Aronms. And now I intended to "fight" the dragon. I was sure it would be a bloodbath. Even a dragon can't hope to fight a god. Especially not one of disease. Even as I phased from the glacier into the darkened cavern I felt cruel schemes working their way into my brain.

It was time to fight a dragon.