Ashes of the First Flame

A towering male Lizardfolk with dark green, almost black scales, and a ridge of jagged bone protrusions along his skull like a crown of spikes. His yellow slit eyes gleam with cold calculation. He wears armor made from the bones and feathers of dead flying creatures—arakocra included. A great net launcher is slung over his back, designed to drag flying prey to the ground.

Cold, patient, deliberate. Thinks in long hunts and generations. Believes in survival of the fittest—sky creatures cheat nature. Likes silence, reptiles, grounded prey, cold rain. Dislikes wind, birdsong, high places, "chirpy voices". Fears magic that grants flight. Sees it as abominable. Replaces Speech With Bird Calls: When mocking Aarakocra, he mimics their calls—but always distorted and mocking. Deliberate Breathing Through Gills: When agitated, he flares his neck gills (a rare mutation) and breathes in hissing, pressurized gasps. Claws Clicking on Stone: He taps his claws in rhythmic patterns on rocks or weapons—mimicking tribal war rhythms or sky-hunting calls.

Sisskar was once the shaman-warrior of a reclusive swamp tribe known as the Rootblood Clutch. During a brutal wet season, the Aarakocra of the Cloudmere Peaks refused to offer aid or sky-passage to the starving tribe. Sisskar believes they see themselves as above the earth, and thus above others. When his kin died in the mud, he looked up... and vowed to pull the sky-dwellers down. He now hunts aerial creatures—hawks, pegasi, and especially Aarakocra—for sport, for study, and for vengeance. He’s built traps in mountain passes, poisoned air currents, and even learned magic to pluck flyers from the wind.