Doctor Weathers - Respected physician and apothecary, charitably running his clinic out of the Pawn's Pilaster where he's seen as a veritable saint. - Revolutionized ways to treat and slow the Rot! What a stand-up guy - LMAO yeah no he ain't curing SHIT. He's just got a narsty symbiosis with the rot that lets him control it. or, well, he thinks he's controlling it. Certainly not the other way around :))))) - He deliberately maintains a large pool of rot-infected "allies" he manipulates into being dependent on him, who retrieve supplies and test subjects for him and in turn he gets to kick around - I couldn't decide on if I needed to change up his head's silhouette at all. Maybe he just has a lot of masks. Every option is good, but the bucket really quickly becomes an AIM-style hazmat head and I DO like that.... - Literally extracts rot from his own body to use in experiments.

REHUA - I'm so normal about this perfectite evangelion angel t-1000 ass geometric motherfucker i definitely didn't draw this and immediately steal the design for more sexy cosmic robots - Calls itself a "perfectite observer", claims to be here to "Witness The End" but cannot elaborate on what the fuck that means. Seems happy enough to hang out around Dr Weathers and murder shit for him, though. And also like. Murder shit for seemingly no discernible reason - Inscrutable alien intelligence - Surrounded by or perhaps controlling or perhaps...part of a hivemind of fundamental motes? If they're separate entities or somehow an extension is. Questionable. Good luck getting an answer out of this thing - Says just as much random off the cuff shit as the original Rehua flavor it just feels more intimidating because it's made of knives

Fleet Admiral Vaali - aka "The Successful Vina" - Commands a small fleet of three airships, which, to be fair, is a LOT of airships! Goddamn! - Got her first one after betraying and murdering her mother bright and early. Helluva way to start a career. Now runs a privateer fleet that operates for whoever bids the highest - Which is typically unscrupulous governments - And, personally, she's in deep, deep debt to one Doctor Weathers- a patient of his who relies on him to keep her rot infection in check- though it has permanently consumed one of her eyes at this point. That's fine. Eyepatches are cool and sexy!!! - She insists that she's the boss of the whole rot-and-supplies smuggling operation she's got going on with him, but. Lets be real. He just lets her talk big because it keeps her compliant.

Oran and Gorgamungar - Ashamedly I didn't actually have a lot to go on for these guys so I went HARD into vibes - This vicious little shit ran away with his beloved, bonded dragon and has made quite a name for himself even at his young age as a ruthless tracker and hunter, able to find just about any quarry when he sets his mind to it - A career that would have been cut short by the rot...if Doctor Weathers hadn't intervened. Through strange, wicked sciences, Doctor Weathers was able to save them both - and in doing so, bought them even closer! - Like. Uh. Worryingly close. Sharing their minds close. Grafting dragonflesh onto Oran to restore his wounded arm close. So close they cannot stand to be apart for long - Lest they begin to decay - Doctor Weathers gets to send them out on retrieval missions alongside Admiral Vaali these days - I think they have a three-stage boss fight where the first part is battling Oran as he hunts the PCs, using Gorgamungar to strafe the battlefield and change position - Second phase is fighting Gorgamungar while Oran rides him, taking potshots while avoiding rot-dragon slime-breath - Third phase they fully merge together into a horrible dragon centaur chimera thing and it fuckin suuuuuucks - His outfit is based off fox hunting uniform! I just think it'd be funny if the difference between laid-back chillax Oran and this asshole is that this guy leaned WAY too hard into "IM GONNA BE A HUNTER ACCEPTED BY SOCIETY" and now he's kinda gone full Kraven.

I don't know what to tell you all. I just make the AUs and then cast them into the wilds. I haven't thought about it much beyond that.