mephitic

Attempt 1: Ikon

Failure. Not enough power.

Attempt 2: Simulacrum

Failure. Power source corrupted by plague.

It seems that the magic imbued into the effigy has imbued the creature with the simulacrum of a soul. He contains no muscles, no brain, no heart; only bits of fluff. Yet he moves of his own accord, speaks his mind, and voices his desire to explore. Upon testing, he seems wholly unconnected and unaffected, and unsuitable for the use I had intended. I can't find it in my heart to destroy him, nor to keep this creature captive. He has left my laboratory, with my hope that he lives well.

Attempt 3: Babe

A mystic wind sweeps across the scarred wasteland. A pile of ancient bones lies on the plague-imbued dust, the remains of a dragon long dead and longer unremembered. The wind stirs the brittle remains, and a strange shimmer coils through the air. The bones begin to rise — clicking, scraping, wailing — a Bonewraith is born.

These spirits drift restlessly, sustained by the Plaguebringer’s magic that steeps the land. Dragons across the lands of Plague know to give a wide berth to the eerie howls of the Bonewraiths. If one of these tempests of dust, wind, and jagged bone passes through you, it does not leave you whole. It tears away pieces of flesh and fragments of soul, leaving behind a life that is less than it was.

A wandering mage and mercenary.

Archaeopteryx | Living Fossil | Bone Dancer

ZOMBIE

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PLAGUE SUBSPECIES: REVENANTS

What would you sacrifice for a glimpse of your goddess?

Deep in the Scarred Wasteland, there exists a secretive ritual known to few draconic scholars. It is whispered that these dragons, seeking enlightenment beyond mortal comprehension, undergo a perilous journey beyond the mortal realm. 

After a lifetime of questing for the corrupting powers of Plague, they undergo a Ritual of awful power, calling on the Plaguebringer to teach them the true power of Plague. The dragons are torn from their corporeal forms, delving into the unknown depths of exaltation. They are said to meet the Plaguebringer herself, keeper of secrets and harbinger of eternal truths. Those few who return are forever changed.

Ideal Genetics: Sarcophagus / Pharaoh, Bee / Stained, Soap

Ideal Primary Colors:  Camo - Moss

Ideal Secondary Colors: Hunter - Moss

Ideal Tertiary Colors: Tomato - Carmine

Ideal Eyes : Any Plague

Ideal Breed : Any

The Rites 

A journey for knowledge of the power of Plague is undertaken, a search leading to corrupting ancient knowledge, a quest to unlock the mysteries of the ancient rituals. This pursuit leaves an indelible mark on their minds and bodies, forever changing them as they strive to commune with the Plaguebringer herself, yearning to hear her whispers of wisdom. Their scarred bodies crack and glow with infectious power.

The Ritual

When a dragon has delved deep enough into the ancient rites, they undertake a profound recitation that can span days. The power unleashed during this ritual, the culmination of their accrued knowledge, is so potent that it tears them from their mortal form. It is said that in that moment, they face the Plaguebringer herself, who gives them knowledge of the true essence of the Plague.

The Return

After facing the Plaguebringer, few dragons return from their exaltation to the mortal realm. These dragons bear the unmistakable mark of her truth, forever changed by the revelations they have received. Though they may endeavor to share their newfound wisdom, few can truly comprehend the enigmatic beings who have returned from the realm of the Plaguebringer.