Chrysophylax

.Chrysophylax was born of the mighty purple dragon Vermithrax. Believing the best way to conquer his rivals was by means of a dragonborn army, Vermithrax went about sireing thousands of dragonborn. Out of them all, only one was born with pale white scales. Being different in an army built on bloodlines is hardly the best situation; however, Chrysophylax managed to survive, and even thrive, in this brutal world. Being made the enemy of all, he became the best of all. As time went on, he became the second dragonborn in his father's army, with all the power and control therein. But, this too would pass. Chrysophylax's mind did not end it's warpings. Eventually he became too violant and extreme for his father's tastes; so Vermithrax cast him out, to wander the world alone. One day when Chrysophylax found himself desperate for a leader, he met the followers of the lesser god Rallaster. This god of razors, mutilation, murder, insanity, and torture seemed to be the perfect fit. For many years Chrysophylax served as a disciple of Rallaster, and he once more grew in power. Sadly, this neither was to last. It would seem that the lesser god of razors, mutilation, murder, insanity, and torture did not believe in using such methods on his own followers. So once more Chrysophylax was cast out. Now Chrysophylax wanders the world, looking for anyone as insane as the outcast dragonborn.

Last Journal Entry: "There's this chump named Burlo. He beat me up a bit and threw me in this cell, but he's really not tha-"

Chrysophylax is deceased. He was slain by the assassin Joat whilst imprisoned on the island of Thrymen. His remains were turned into armor at a moment of great need and accompany the party to this day. His skull was carefully cleaned, serving as the Thadic's right Pauldron, and is the most striking piece of his bone armor.

He will always be one crazy S.O.B.

R.I.P. Chrysophylax