Aline1: I know about what you mentioned with Brimir, however i find it just simply easier to reffer to him as the local god.
And your second point about the creatures. You really have to consider what kind of world golarion is, there are spiders which spin their webs between mountains to catch dragons and similar sized things in them, orcs there are also juggernauts of war, trolls are much nastier in D&D what with their monstrous strength and their incredible regeneration. Well, i will be working on figuring out something to challange Rask a bit.

Raskreia's point of view

I'm currently standing outside in one of the many hallways of this damn place, with a maid cowering before me in fear, and I didn't even do anything. I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why this is happening.

Lets retrace my steps.
I left Louise's room to find a place to do laundry at.

I found nothing but a blonde human version of Zarhon trying to hit on some girl.

I rounded a corner bumped into this girl helped her up apologized and then she started freaking out.

Nope... still can't figure out what i did. Lets just ask.

Siesta point of view

These nobles are so arrogant, I just hope none of them get any funny ideas like the ones in the novels i frequently read. I don't think I would be ready for that.

The very next moment i walked into someone and fell to the floor.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry." said the person in front of me now clearly identifiable as a woman if the voice is anything to go by "Here let me help ya up." Grabbing the outstretched hand, which cant possibly belong to a commoner with how soft it felt, I got pulled up with surprising strength.
I was then face to face with the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life.
Deep sapphire blue eyes which almost seemed to glow, a flawless face with a warm smile plastered on it, long silver hair parted at the side of her head by a pair of long pointy ears... wait, what? SHE IS AN ELF!

Oh dear Brimir I don't want die. As such I did the only sensible thing i could at this moment and jumped back a good five feet and started begging for my life.

"Oh please don't kill me, I wont tell anyone I saw you I swear" This was obviously a lie on my part I had to tell people there was an elf around but first I had to survive the encounter.

A few moments passed in absolute near unbearable silence when the elf finally spoke.

"Uhm, why would I want to kill you? And why are you panicking so much?" She said with a fair bit of obvious confusion in her voice.

"B-be-because y-you a-are an e-e-el-elf. Y-you kill h-humans then drink their blood and eat their souls." The last words I whispered.

She giggles at this making almost all colour drain from my face. This is it Siesta you are going to die here at the hands of this elf and there is nothing you can do about it. Then the elf spoke up with clear amusement in her voice.

"Seriously what kind of weird twisted perception do you guys have about us elves here, one might think you think us daemons or vampires." Then I felt her hands under my shoulders and she lifted me back up, again with her surprising strength, and I was again face to face with her, and she still had that warm smile on her face, in fact she looks even more amused now than before.

"So you are not going to drink my blood or eat my soul" I asked slowly as she removed her hands from me

"I can tell you this for a fact neither i nor any other elf that I know, with the exception of actual vampire elves or mad men... err... elves, have ever drank the blood or eaten the soul of another sentient creature." She said putting her hand over her heart "In fact i know quite allot of elves and half-elves me included who would kill such individuals on sight and the rest would scorn them."

She doesn't seem like the elves I heard of in legend. She seems actually quite nice.

I was pulled out of my musing when she started talking again "Where are my manners my name's Raskreia, Rask for short if you would rather"

I hesitated a moment before I to gave my name "My name is Siesta von Tarbes, Nice to meet you Ms. Raskreia. If I may ask what are you doing here" Oh dear, bad Siesta, don't ask the elf questions.

"Ah that, right, i was summoned earlier today actually, by a girl named Louise, and decided to stick around for now, oh and I'm supposed to do her laundry." She said picking up a small laundry basket "Speaking of which, could you show me around a bit if you are not to busy I would like to get to know the place a bit."

That caught me off guard a bit, an elf was summoned and no word was said? Would this not have spread like wildfire?

"I have to do the nobles laundry but afterwards I can lead you around. I-if that is alright with you."

"Sure thing." She said and made to follow after me. After we entered the courtyard she just stood there for a moment looking at the moons, an that that moment she looked like some kind of fairy from legend. What with the moonlight practically reflecting off of her hair, and that dreamy look on her face, and her almost glowing eyes, seriously what is with those eyes.

The moment did not last very long as she broke the silence herself. "What a beautiful night, the fact that this world has two moons makes it even better." She said with what I'm going to call her 'Raskreia smile' on her face.
"Yes tonight is very nice" I agreed. And then something registered in my brain which did not a moment before "wait what do you mean 'this world'? "

She had a cheeky smile this time "Oh, right. I come from another world, so really all that I said about elves only really applies to my worlds elves now that I think about it"

I can only imagine how my face must have looked like as Raskreia started to laugh after she took a look at me.

"Oh, by Torag's bushy beard, your face just now was priceless." She said wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "Oh dear, how I missed such reactions, my friends build up an immunity to these things."

She then sat down next to the fountain. Her friends have build up an immunity to reality crushing revelations? I cant say I envy them. After a short moment of just standing there flabbergasted I went over to her and started doing the laundry alongside her.

After a short while of silence my curiosity got the better of me. "So, um. Where do you come from?"

She looked at me for a short moment then replied "Do you want to know where I was born and lived or do you want to know where I got summoned from, cause those are two VERY different places." Both sound like things I would like to know about and she seemed to pick up on this. She gave me a short smile then looked up at the sky before continuing.

"My world is know as Golarion, my home is on the continent of Avistan, one of the eight continents of the world each spanning thousands of miles across." Thousands of miles? I can hardly even imagine such distances.

"The country I lived in is called Varisia, which was formally part of the Cheliaxian Empire. Varisia split of the Chelixian empire as they did no agree with the… political state of it. In Varisia now lives a plethora of races in relative harmony with each other. Humans, elves, dwarves, even some orc's and goblins here and there tough they are a bit more rare, and some other more exotic races." A perk up at this "Exotic races?" I ask.

"Well technically its not very nice calling them that but there is just no better way of describing them, but I presume you wanted me to list some, right?" I nod "Right, we have things like kitsune, basically fox people. Then we have undine's, ifrit's, sylf's and oread's they are water, fire, wind and earth elves respectively. Also we have Tiefling's and aasimar like myself." I shoot her a questioning look at that "Aasimar? Like yourself? I tought you were an elf."

"Well yes and no. I might call myself an elf but in truth I'm only really 1/4 elf, and 1/4 aasimar. Aasimar aren't a race as such, just like tiefling's our polar opposites if you will."

"Okay now you got me confused, what do you mean not a real race and polar opposites to tiefling's" I can already feel a headache trying to form

"Alright! Here is how it works, at least how I was told it works, you know how ceartain traits can be passed down from generation to generation?" I nod "Right. Tiefling's and aasimar ARE such a trait it may lay dormant within a family for generations and just suddenly pop up randomly. While this is not such a big problem for us aasimar, as we are often looked upon as a blessing, while, tiefling's are looked upon as a curse, tough I say that's just stupid we are no more a blessing or a curse, respectively, than any other child."

"Why are you considered a blessing?"

"Slow down I was getting to that. Where was I? Right! The aasimar 'trait' is gained through dealings with celestials such as angel's or other such creatures this can happen either through well… an angle having a child with a mortal, or just a gift from such a creature."

My eyes widen at that. Her family has dealt with angels? This sounds like something from a fairy tale.

"Wait you said that aasimar are related to angels. And that tiefling's are in a way your polar opposites. Does that mean… oh dear!" The mere implication of this makes me shudder.

"You catch on quick, I like that. Tiefling's had contact with demonic creatures at some point in their ancestry. They do often look it as well poor sods, if you ever see one of them, don't judge them for what they are, they can often be very damaged individuals" She said with a sad look on her face.

I was a bit taken back by this "I can imagine, having to pay for the sins of ones ancestor, yet having done nothing wrong yourself cant be nice." I hope I put the right words to it.

Then I remembered something Raskreia said earlier. "Wait. You said you are 1/4 aasimar earlier and 1/4 elf? What is the other half."

She looked at me then blinked. Once. Twice. "Did I say that? Huh. I must be getting rusty. Well what ever cant take back what is already said. Ill tell you if you promise me you wont tell anyone else, I want to wait a bit till I reveal this one." She grinned like a child. What IS she tough what can be more bizarre than being an elf with angelic ancestry? I want to know tough and she seems nice enough. I guess I can keep a secret, I mean, I hope I can.

"Fine, I Promise I will do my best to keep it a secret, tough I fail to see how it can be a bigger deal than what you already told me."

Her grin only widened. And then she changed. Not all that much mind you but it was obvious.

There she was, fiery red 10 inch long horns protruding out of her head, gold scaled fins instead of her elven ears, the same scales covered her forearms, ending in sharp looking claws, there were also some of them on her cheeks. Furthermore she now had a gold scaled tail and wings. Her Grin looked more predatory now, which was probably caused by the fact that her teeth are those of one.

"Wha-What are you?" I started to shout but caught myself remembering my promise to keep he secret.

She kept grinning like a child in a candy store. "A Darasv" That word sounded very… powerful for a lack of a better word, more like a growl or roar "Or a Half-Dragon, in case you don't speak draconic."

If it could my jaw would have hit the floor at this point, forget what I said earlier this is truly the icing on the cake. All I could do was stare at her and babble incomprehensibly.

"A-a-a h-h-h-half dr-dragon? How is that even possible?!" I mean really how? Dragons are just beasts who would willingly… go to bed with a dragon. Unless it wasn't willingly… oh my.

"Don't know why but apparently dragons can reproduce with pretty much anything as long as intercourse I physically possible." She said shrugging

"So your mother had a dragon as a lover, cant say I understand."

"Yep." Oh! Oh dear. "Funny story actually my mother didn't even know he was a dragon until I was about to be born. Father told me he had never hear anyone cursing so vividly about horns before in his life. Great man otherwise, taught me everything I needed to know about magic before I left home to adventure and gather my own experience"

Raskreia's point of view

'Okay. Thats a complete lie right there, but it would not do to tell her that my mother is the goddes Iomedae. Who knew she had a thing for gold dragons? That 'little' fact would make me look crazy. Well its not like im particularly proud of it so it doesnt matter all that much. Besides its not like i got any bloody divinity from her asside from a bit of celestial blood'

Siesta's point of view

"Okay two question, first of what do you mean she didn't know he was a dragon, second he taught you magic?"

"Well older dragons can take on pretty much any form they want, he so happened to be an elf at the time he met my mother, and things worked out for them, obviously. As to your second question, yes he taught me, he is one of the greatest mages in our world. Might come from the fact that he is over four thousand years old." With that sentence she put the last piece of clothing back into the basket, and stood up to stretch her arms and wings, that's going to take a bit of getting use to.

I'm just gonna stop asking questions at this point it just yield's more questions rather than answers. I will just have to accept this and move on. Maybe I can ask her about this at another time. She then wished me a good night and left after thanking me for showing her to the fountain and for having a chat with her.

I just realized after writing this that I filled the entire damn chapter with just siesta talking to Rask and from Siestas point of view as well. Oh what ever.

Also I made a mistake in an earlier chapter: "Disguise self" is just an illusion it is not physical hence Raskreia is using "Alter self" instead provided from a handy dandy "Greater hat of disguise". Hurray for magic items.

This is an old character of mine and she has a veritable arsenal of magic items in her bag of holding. Crafting op. She knows how to make the following: Wonderous items, rings, and rods and wands.

These are her stats if anyone is interested:

Level 20 half-dragon aasimar sorcerer

Str: 16

Dex: 10

Con:20

Int:16

Wis:14

Cha: 30