Inzer

"Once you've been to some of those places, you think, 'How can I get back there again but make it a little easier on myself?'" -- Jerry Garcia Permissive | Phlegmatic | Philosophical Clan Co-Founder

"Never consume weird mushrooms your morally grey and ethically challenged clan alchemist "finds" without really questioning his motives."

He woke to the sensations of heat and sunlight, of wind blowing through his heavy coat.

Groggy, he tried to orient himself to the day, and then grinned goofily at the memory of the delicious mushrooms he'd found with the help of Naldruskel's advice. They were new to him, though they seemed ancient as time itself as he gathered them.

He'd been so EAGER to try them and to curl up next to his Zeeba companion and drowse through the strange insights they were sure to provide. But even as he awakened fully, things didn't feel /right/. His head felt so heavy, his wings leaden, his paws awkward and clumsy.

The terrified bellow scared most of the rest of the clan to come and see what had terrified their beloved Inzer so -- and many of them yelped, or at least gaped in awe at the transformation that had occurred -- and the fact that they were going to have to find him another zeeba.

Utterly besotted by his mushroom garden and his pet zeeba, Inzer seems to be the most laid back, lazy, out of touch, and potentially useless dragon in Rhenelle's clan. Looks can be deceiving. While he isn't often out of the clouds, when he is he's decided to accompany the warriors on some mission or task known only to himself. He uses his strong, savage magic to support them, and once they're triumphant, goes off by himself to collect whatever herbs, specimens, or ingredients he needs. He has never once explained himself.

He is a sometimes companion and consort to Rhenelle, but the truth is they are more often friends than anything else. If anything, he subtly but benevolently encourages her hedonistic tendencies and sometimes plies her with strange brews, elixirs, and treats.