Ursala

Her father was an Ice warrior and her mother a Plague mage, but Ursala was too lazy to pursue the crafts of her parents, preferring instead the skulduggery of her Shadow home clan, at least until she bit off more lies than she could chew...
Rank: Acolyte of Ichorclaw
Mate: none




12/15/16 Ursala had wandered from lair to lair moonlighting as a Necromancer. The problem was that she was not a Necromancer. While she boasted the keystone stripes of disease, she was no better at controlling the plagues of the Wasteland than any other red eyed being. Her trick went on for a few months as primarily newer clans fell for and enlisted her services. She acquired a stock pile of treasure before her ploy backfired on her. She had tried to fool the wrong group of dragons, and they unceremoniously left her for dead.

She did not die, however, and upon opening her eyes, decided to truly immerse herself in studying Mother's will. Whether through a miracle, magic, or luck, she had survived, and she now wished to redeem herself in the eyes of the Plaguebringer. When she caught wind of Ichorclaw's arrival at The Cell, she humbled herself enough to beg entrance into the clan, even offering up the remaining bit of her pillaged treasure.