A cackle greets you as you step past the stained curtain covering a moldy smelling cave. "Welcome!" says the voice, "Did you come to see what poisons I had in stock?" A wild eyed dragon peeks around a dark corner, moving closer to you as she speaks. "I have a variety of viruses under containment. That's what you came for, right?" She pauses as you answer. "A cure? Why would you want a cure? How can you expect to be blessed by the Plaguebringer without one of her holy gifts?"

Death is the Clan Shaman, a very good one at that. She interprets the will of her Matron and distributes illness and sickness to members who are traveling outside the Rim to infect surrounding territory. A dedicated follower, she can be deceitful with those under her care. She regards all as just opportunities for growth of the Plaguebringer's territory.