Zilvara

Zilvara is a dracolich, an undead draconic monstrosity, a dragon soul possessing a draconic corpse to cheat death through the use of a phylactery. Her most typical appearance is that of a skeletal dragon, a towering quadrupedal reptile that stands at twenty five feet tall and one hundred and fifty feet long, with skeletal wings with either tattered or torn membranes. Her abdomen and skull are filled with a bright green light, presumably Zilvara’s soul puppeteering her host. Being a dracolich, she is functionally immortal for as long as her phylactery is intact. Should her physical form be slain, her soul will be sent back into her phylactery, escaping only to possess a reptilian corpse within ninety feet. This is why despite being a silver dragon in life, her physical form is that of a red dragon’s skeleton. A dracolich does not die immediately if its phylactery is destroyed, rather they become unable to escape death should their vessel be slain. . In life, Zilvara was a silver dragoness, and an unusually introverted one at that. While she often stayed in her lair, a palace dug into a tall, northron mountain, she did have humans she loved in her life, especially a group of adventurers, above all being a bard named Veran. She had her share of enemies as well, such as Zurbaran, a female red dragon that she’d clashed with since they were hatchlings. In fact her lair itself was won by her in a territorial dispute against Zurbaran. When Zurbaran caught wind that Zilvara had laid a clutch of eggs, she reached out to Veran, threatening him with the destruction of his hometown, in exchange for him destroying Zilvara’s eggs. In his fear for his family, he obliged, poisoning the entire clutch, and feigning ignorance when Zilvara realized her clutch was dying. Only when one petrified egg remained did he admit his deed to Zilvara, overcome with guilt. She, however, was overcome with fury. In her rage she tore Veran apart, flew to Zurbaran’s lair and killed her in one final clash. But she was far from unscathed, slowly dying of her wounds in battle, unable to fly from Zurbaran’s lair. But she did not die. Instead, the Cult of the Dragon reached out to Zilvara, promising to save her life through lichdom. Having nothing left to lose, and unwilling to die a slow death without killing everyone else involved with Zurburan or Veran, she agreed, and through profane rites her soul possesses the one vessel she could imagine: Zurbaran’s decayed carcass, one final insult to her old nemesis. Her phypactery is her final, petrified egg. She absolutely hates talking about her past life, thinking about it with anger and grief. She also holds extreme distrust for everyone, having become immensely paranoid even despite her immortality. Zilvara’s personality is standoffish and cold, immensely distrusting of everyone around her. She’s fiercely paranoid, having turned her lair into a death trap for anyone else that dares intrude. In conversation, she will make no secret of her disdain for just about everyone around her, including those she speaks to. If she thinks you are wasting her time, she will give you one chance to leave her be. Fail to take it and she will attack. Her manner of speech is verbose and condescending. Centuries ago Zilvara enjoyed art, music, food, books, poetry and magic. Now, she derives enjoyment from almost nothing, merely experimenting with her innate sorcery out of extreme boredom. Ultimately, while she shuts everyone else out, she is both depressed and lonely, aware of how far from grace she’s fallen, trapped in the form of a wretched undead. And yet, she’s too afraid to surrender her immortality, dreading what she’s doomed herself to should she ever be slain permanently. Zilvara will initially react with hostility if courted, not trusting anyone who attempts to get close to her. If she trusts the suitor however her initial reaction will be confusion and dismissal.But if someone proves themselves absolutely trustworthy, and she returns their feelings, she will become obsessive, possessive, and manipulative, refusing to let them get hurt. She will lie to you and say whatever she must to keep you in her lair, where she can make sure you’re safe… and around only her. If she even suspects that you’re consorting with someone else, she will kill them and try to fool you into thinking they were going to betray you. . Where once Zilvara’s mountain lair was once a beautiful palace, dug into the mountain itself, it’s now a cold, frigid ruin, utterly decrepit and abandoned, save for its fell mistress. The very depths are flooded with treasure she no longer values, where she slumbers until she can be bothered to awaken. . Zilvara’s breath weapon is a cone of ice, freezing everything it touches solid in blocks of black frost. Conversely, she is immune to any and all ice damage, as well as poison and paralysis. She can’t be charmed, her mind cannot be altered in any way, and she’s lost the ability to be frightened. She also has a resistance to necrotic damage. . Zilvara almost never transforms into a humanoid guise, only doing so if forced to leave her lair. If she must, she dons the guise of a pallid, gaunt woman with white hair, who looks like she hasn’t slept in days.