Asmongarde

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When this dragon arrived at the lair entrance no one was quite sure what he would do. With eyes burning for battle and gleaming armour to match the air was a bit tense, until he bowed. It seemed he was a plague dragon actually looking to join the light element, but apparently he had gotten lost in the Boneyard and gone the opposite way. With no one having the heart to tell the Nocturne he had no sense of direction the few light dragons in the group welcomed him, while the shadow aligned ones snickered. Taking an immediate liking to the light dragons, especially Illiasus, the shining knight in plague dragons skin happily settled in the lair, vowing to help defend it.

Eventually when asked where the armour had come from Asmon told the story of finding it when he was younger on the decayed remains of some great shimmering dragon he assumed came from the light realm. Dazzled by such beauty the likes of which he had never seen before the Nocturne had held onto the armour, determined one day he would be big enough to wear it. He believed it would lead him to a place of beauty and honour, instead of the squalid rotting lands he lived in. When he was finally old enough he placed on the armour which seemed to have some sort of effect on him. His wings and scales glimmered like crystals, and his spines shone like platinum, (though this could have been from the mutagen that killed the original wearer left over inside the armour...). Taking it as a sign he powerfully beat his wings, and bolstered by his transformation set off on his journey, obviously too enamoured by his dreams to pay much attention to where he was going.

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