Dohrnaght

Within his flight, Dohrnaght is known to be aloof and quiet. Although he certainly contributes to the gathering of necessary items and is just as loyal to the Plaguebringer as the next plague dragon, he prefers to spend much of his time alone. Often taking to the skies to escape the confines of his den, Dohrnaught is usually seen circling high above the boneyards that make up much of plague territory, though he occasionally ventures as far as the edge of the great crater that lies at the heart of the Scarred Wasteland.

Able to recall very little of life as a hatchling, the most prominent event in Dohrnaght’s early memory is that of being pursued by a pack of wolves in the Wandering Contagion. Though wolves were a rare sight in the Scarred Wasteland, the young dragon had managed to cross into their territory nonetheless. Unable to fly high due to the strong winds of a storm brewing overhead, Dohrnaght was restricted to the ground. He was eventually able to lead them into a canyon into which they slipped, many dying from hitting rocks on the way down. Dornaught returned several hours later and skinned the smallest wolf he could find, a young black female. The coatl draped the wolf’s thick fur over his shoulders as a reminder of the ordeal he had survived.

Eventually, as he continued to live in the Reaper Council, he began to be respected for his ability to bring down creatures such as wolves. He is well-respected by many in the Clan, but not as much as the leaders of the Clan, of course. Dohrnaght also obtained some black-and-white apparel to match his own scale colors, and he is content with the life he currently lives. He is willing to give up his life to serve the Reaper Council and die fighting for it.