Torim

Murder, mayhem! An assassin came in the night and stole the life of your dear Guardian, Torim!

A formidable beast of size and strength, it took a trio of murderers to see him off to the afterlife. Torim valiantly defended his home with such noise and power that it woke some of the other clan members! But their aid came too late; when they were finally prepared for battle, their defender had already fallen. Murdered in cold blood.

Distraught and confused, the best Scavengers in your Lair set to hunting clues as to what happened. Only two small items were found; the first, a picture left behind by the killer, used to distinguish Torim from their clanmates…



Aside from the fact he's now opaque and his talons seem to settle on unseen ground a taloned paws-width from the actual ground, nothing seems to have changed for Torim. Well nothing aside from being dead and bearing a fair bit of anger toward the ones who got the jump on him. But his primary anchor emotion appears to be love for his poor mate Leyawen. So he hangs about often found conversing like usual with the other dragons or their bipedal friend. Up until Namira, the young mirror with an odd obsession with death and decay tries to harvest ectoplasm from him...then he's found chasing her down bellowing what he'll do to her for using her strange magic to yank on him once the oversize spectre gets his claws on her.