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Szesh followed the band of followers to the ledge. His loaned darksight did not extend far enough to see beyond the ledge or how far down one would fall if they fell. Luckily that second question was answered by Zathria's has catapulting of an invisible stalker. His screams diminished steadily...

An elder figure loomed above them, but before Szesh had the chance to observe him his own body rippled once more. The transformation back was not as arduous as the first time, though it was still unnerving to feel his bones move beneath his skin. Overall it was a great comfort to be back in his...

Szesh's unsightly form garnered him many looks but few words as he trailed after Vyx'aria and the party. Some of them split off to reach greater heights. Szesh stayed behind, for without the use of his wings he would be a slow climber indeed. Besides, the true drow's presence almost seemed to be...

Szesh took the potion and felt his stomach grow uneasy merely by looking at it. It felt small in his hand, not nearly voluminous enough to have any effect... but he was sure its effects would be all-too-apparent in just moments. With a sideways glance at Dante, Szesh opened his maw and threw the...

Szesh contained himself by gritting his teeth very hard. His fists clenched and his tail made a single swish. He felt a great rage at the audacity of Vyx'aria to lecture him on dragons, but it passed as quickly as it swelled. He was no scholar, he knew only the tales he had been told throughout...

Taciturn was almost too mild of a way to describe Szesh. The common language was physically difficult for him to speak, which worsened his pre-existing desire to avoid long conversations anyway. His people’s warrior caste were not poets or philosophers, and they owed their survival to sound...

Szesh's entire body had tensed, ready for battle, and was only moments away from slashing a sub-zero arc into the cavern's ceiling when the Queen called for them to stop. His dark eyes darted back and forth between Vyx'aria, the spider, and the rest of the party. As she was the leader of this...

Szesh nodded at Vyx'aria's assurance, though he still felt a squirming repulsion from the waters. Nevertheless, the warm waters were soothing as he washed the gore and stench from his scales. One benefit of wearing little to no clothing was that he could wash quite easily. The sturdy loincloth...

Szesh's flame had harmed, or at least stunned, the beast long enough to allow a killing blow. As his eyes adjusted back to their unnatural dark-sight, he accepted the drow queen's curt acknowledgement, though felt a small pang at admonishment about noise. As if they had been given a choice...

Szesh was able to rise thanks to the dark elves’ furious assault on the worm. He shook off the axe, and it flickered, dropping a small dusting of bloodied snow on the ground before appearing as clean and sharp as when it was first drawn. Szesh had been taught how to use its unique enchantments...

Szesh was not a good conversational partner. Decades of shameful exile and a fearsome appearance had made the opportunity for practice rare. His mouth was ill-suited to the more common languages of Arethil, though he had improved greatly in recent years. His black-on-black eyes regarded Dante...

Szesh was particularly out of place here. Standing head and shoulders above the tallest men, heavily muscled, and wrapped in silver scales, the presence of wings and a tail might not even be the most striking thing about him. A face like a miniaturized version of a true dragon observed...

Szesh pushed himself to his elbows, then rose from the ice with not a small amount of pain. His wounds oozed slowly but most of the bleeding had or would stop soon. Mostly he had a horrific headache, and felt as though he might not be warm again no matter how close he stood to a fire. His dark...

((Excuse the quick out of order but just so we're clear)) Szesh obliged Vyx'aria's request. Something in him recognized the scales of that hilt, but he could not consciously remember how or where, nor did he have the energy to try. With a painful inhale, and a forceful exhale, he washed the...

Szesh saw only flickers of the battleground ahead of him. Vyx'aria moved so quickly that she was just a glint of shadow in an otherwise glittering deathscape. When her blade connected, Szesh could feel the wrath in the Queen's shriek. He could also feel a slight but obvious relief as the icy...