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Born into some obscure clan, the dragon Chaw grew into an exceptionally shrewd and capable hunter, fighter and diplomat. Upon coming of age, she was chosen to accompany many of the other adult dragons on a pilgrimage to the center of the Wastelands, the Wyrmwound. The elders insisted that they never approach the Wound itself closely enough to contract any of the horrible diseases, that all would be well. Despite doubts in her mind, and a terrible feeling of what was to come, Chaw subdued her emotions and agreed, accompanied nearly three-claw dragons through the Boneyards, through blistering sun and days without food. No wings were allowed to be used. No magic to speed them along, save in self-defense. No weapons to keep them safe, no armors to blunt the sun's rays.

The Wyrmwound sat open before them after weeks of travel, getting lost and countless horrors of the Boneyards, including other dragons and monsters Chaw never learned to identify. However, gazing upon the festering sore within the land itself was the last thing Chaw remembers before awaking, surrounded by the bodies of her fallen fellow dragons. All were dead. Every last one of them. Chaw, covered in the blood of her clan, wounded badly, delirious from pain, fear and grief, fled as quickly as her legs would carry her. Her wings, nearly crippled, wouldn't hold her. Another several weeks of near starvation, dehydration, close brushes with creatures seeking to kill her, and so on, Chaw at last reached the Wandering Contagion, but in a wholly unfamiliar place. She had no idea where she was, or where her lair lay, nor did she know the fate of the adolescents and hatchlings left behind.

Chaw, in an uncharacteristic lack of empathy, decided that finding her old lair was hopeless, and she created a new lair. Clearing a cave as best she could within the Contagion, she attempted to survive on her own, and after recovering from her injuries, she did quite well for herself. When another dragon joined her, she was skeptical that he could be of use, but months later, they had a clutch ready to hatch. Other dragons quickly joined Chaw, and she realized that she had a clan at her disposal, with her at the head. But alas, the horror of the end of her clan was only beginning, for something festers within Chaw's mind, unknown to her and those around her. Where this festering sore within her head leads her and her clan, none can yet know, but one thing is for certain: Chaw has become decidedly more vicious and brutal since forming this clan, and the others begin to fear her...