A bronze dragonborn with glowing cracked scales, adorned in golden desert robes and jewelry, stands in a desert under a blue sky.

Korrash is a bronze dragonborn in his mid-sixties, though age has only deepened his presence. His scales are burnished like weathered metal, but many are cracked with glowing seams of molten light from a ritual gone awry in his youth. He wears layered silks dyed in desert golds and deep reds, heavy with rings and chains of cut gemstones that clink softly with each step. His horns are polished smooth, tipped with golden caps. His slit-pupiled eyes gleam like hammered brass, sharp and unblinking, and his voice rumbles like a forge-bellows. See more