About RahadurRahadur
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On the rare occasions he is truly aroused to anger, it is as if a storm suddenly broke, Rahadur's voice cracking like thunder and his weapons striking like lightning. Background
Rahadur's commander was no stranger to desert warfare, and made sure his soldiers were well-prepared before venturing out. But from the first the desert itself seemed to fight against them. A great sandstorm struck not long after their pursuit began, and the dunes were changed when at last it subsided. All trace of their quarry was lost, but they would not retreat. Onward they pressed, carefully rationing their supplies, planning to refresh their water at an oasis along the way, though their spellcasters were prepared to summon water if there were need. Then the bandits struck. From nowhere they were upon them, and they attacked none but those very spellcasters. When the battle was over--all too soon--none were left in the unit to summon water. And when the oasis proved to have dried up, they had no recourse but to retreat. Even in this the desert seemed determined to slay them, and by the time the bandits struck again, none in Rahadur's unit had the strength left to fight well. Few of his companions survived, left to die in the merciless sands. One by one they dropped, wandering in the desert, until Rahadur was alone. His strength, too, failed, and he lay on the sand, gazing up at the sky, wondering when death would take him, his only company the winds. In his dying delirium, he thought he could almost hear words on the wind... they seemed almost to be calling his name. Then a strong wind blew from the north, bringing with it blessed rain. Water on his scales revived Rahadur enough to slurp greedily from a swiftly-filling pool by where he lay. Still the wind seemed to whisper in his ears, telling him of half-heard secrets... then a great clap of thunder assaulted his ears. Startled, he looked heavenward, and thought he saw the clouds in the shape of a great dragon, spreading its wings, looking pointedly at Rahadur, and then flying off into the distance. But he still knew not where to go. Soon enough, however, the wind blew again, clearing the clouds from the skies, revealing the stars, and Rahadur found he knew where he was. Somehow he managed to stumble back out of the desert to report his unit's destruction. His news was hardly met with jubilation, and it was only reluctantly that he was welcomed back. Soon enough, it became clear that strange things happened around him. Weapons he set down never seemed to stay where they were supposed to. Strange winds blew as he switched weapons, making it difficult to do so quickly. When a spear he dropped almost impaled an officer after being caught by a sudden gust, he was thrown out of the Legions as a danger to his fellows. But he did not care, for he now felt he had a higher purpose. He saw in the signs he had witnessed a call from Azuran, telling him to go forth and travel, to wander wherever the winds blew. And so he did. At length he reached the province of Marea, where he heard of the teachings of Yiraz Azah, preaching of peaceful expansion and the glory of Azuran. This resonated deeply with Rahadur, and so in time he turned his wandering feet beyond the Empire, to the lands of the Unscaled, to show them the greatness of Azuran and of dragonkind. How many years he has wandered, how many paths he has taken, Rahadur can no longer say. His hands have long forgotten the feel of a good blade, having to content themselves instead with whatever crude weapons he can lay hands on, but his body still remembers the weight of Edjet armor. His scales bear the scars of rejection from the fearful among the Unscaled, but Rahadur remains. He wanders still, his words speaking of the glories of the dragons. Where he can, he lives by selling tales of distant places, told in a voice oddly captivating to the listeners. Where he cannot, he sells his spear and magic, that the Unscaled may see how the might of even a dragonkin can aid them against the darkness of the world. Appearance
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