Familiar wrote: White Rot Deer Familiar After a season, wood ear deer enter a second stage of life. This veteran is an even more effective guardian. 2000

Symbol wrote: Gray Plague Doctor Mask Apparel For dragons who wish to provide the best in medical care. 250

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4/20:
Brakus sat, examining his claws and forelegs frowning to himself. It was getting closer and closer to his thirteenth day, and nothing had changed. His slightly brown coloration was still slightly brown, and his grey wings were still...tragically grey. Had he not shown enough devotion? Were his ambitions not enough to please?

The guardian shook his head suddenly and snorted. No, this was no time to doubt. The plague would take him, and he would prove himself to be worthy of the title Necromancer. For now he could only wait.

4/25
The final day was drawing closer and closer...and still nothing. Brakus snarled to himself, lashing his tail from one side to the other. He couldn’t fail here. Annoyed and with nobody to really blame or confide in, the Guardian flicked his wings out, then tucked them against his sides a bit harsher than usual. His low rumbling of annoyance almost made him miss something important. Something small. A slight flash of color and a quiet sort of clinking sound caused him to crane his neck towards his left wing. A few scales were missing along his sides. They were looking a bit tarnished compared to the healthy tan color the rest of him was. His orange wings were also starting to look a bit more red.

It was likely for the best that no others were around to see the rather toothy grin on Brakus’ face. It was most certainly not the most friendly of expressions...

4/30
The second trial had been excruciating, but if there was one thing Brakus had in spades, it was determination and will. It had paid off however. The days of fevered madness, or chills that left him feeling like the icy touch of death was giving him a full massage...either one leaving him huddled up and useless. The bloody coughing fits and infernal itching had stopped a few days ago at least. A good sign, he hoped.

The guardian slowly opened his eyes, and lifted his head. It seemed like a rare moment of everything being almost normal. He lurched to his feet. It was a difficult task as he was not a small dragon anymore. HIs bulk often worked against him. He needed to get up. The heat fever last night had left him rather dehydrated. Brakus was not going to embarrass himself by letting anything other than the plague take him at this point.

The pool of water felt amazing as he practically shoved his face into it. Ravenously, he gulped down as much water as he could. He’d eaten a surprisingly decent meal the previous night, so at least he didn’t have to worry about that...but the water was more important at this point anyway.

Brakus moved to stretch everything, wincing as he felt skin crack and crumble off. Craning his neck at a somewhat uncomfortable angle, he peered at his sides and tail. A rather pleasant surprise awaited him...and an explanation for the lessening pain. The red markings were forming. Distinct, but still a little light. Excellent. He would have to begin his journey towards his final trial. There was not much time left for him to experiment with his methods. A trial by fire it would be. Fitting considering the lands he had been born to were not these scarred plaguelands. Trial by fire was quite fine by him.

5/6
It was time. Brakus sat before a small group of necromancers, each distinguished in their own fields. Their faces were obscured and unreadable as they watched him. Silent and judging, one gestured towards an elk. The creature didn’t seem particularly afraid of its situation, which made him think it had been raised around dragons.

The large guardian reached forward to almost gingerly touch the side of the creature. Infecting it was the easy part. It’s demeanor changed almost instantly. What was once a bright and healthy looking creature was now shaking and looking ready to collapse. Fascinated, Brakus lowered his head to examine the creature. He would have continued to, but the subtle shifting of one of the necromancers snapped him out of his studies. He still had to draw the plague back out of it. Calming his thoughts and focusing, he touched the elk again.

Nothing. The elk was still diseased, now dropping down so it could lie down. Eyes widening slightly, Brakus moved to place a massive hand against the creature, pushing into it a little. The elk made a feeble sound, but…

The necromancers muttered between each other, ultimately ending the conversation with a clear agreement on his status. Necroservus.

“No...no I can do this!” Brakus insisted, almost pleadingly to the necromancers. Most had started to move away, except one. A mirror. “Please, let me try again.”

“There are no second chances.” The mirror replied, moving towards him and the elk. She was adorned with bones indicating her specialization as a shaman.”Not with this. You should be proud however. Many do not make it this far. There is no shame in this.”

The mirror placed a hand on the elk, drawing the sickness out of it and into herself. The creature stood, and slowly moved away. It was healthy, but the brush with death had left it perhaps a little...changed.

“I could use a second assistant.” She stated bluntly, looking up at him. “My current one is...capable, but there are things he cannot do. Things you can.”

“But I am a failure.” Brakus replied, dejectedly. All his work for what felt like nothing. The sound of the mirror laughing startled him.

“Only if you let yourself be.” She replied cryptically, then turned and started to walk away. “We have a long journey ahead of us. Come along.”





Inktober prompt: Fate

Brakus, just before he failed his final trial and became a Necroservus
Art by Shadari

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Day 7: Betrayal

Brakus grumping after Nera did something mean...cause that's what Nera do
Art by Shadari

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Day 8: Fate

Brakus was rather fated to fail his trials. And he constantly reminds himself by taking familiars that look like the creature he failed to pull contagion from.
Art by Shadari

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Necrotober prompt: Masks

Art by Shadari

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