Trinity

Three almost-tundra heads hissed coldly in unison "You.... are like me..."

An expedition party, consisting of Wilson, Malthra and Lukas had been dispatched to investigate the recently discovered portal that lay on the outskirts of the Arcanists' domain.

They had been the first to meet a dragon touched by the corruption that spewed there. It must have been as an egg- he hadn't encountered a caretaker at any point.

He was raised as a beast, and with three heads and five eyes, it was hard to disagree with him. If it was beast he identified with, it was beast he could be- but never one to turn away an opportunity to learn, Wilson encouraged his curiosity. Wilson, tainted by his time in the Plaguelands as he was, wasn't entirely Tundra either. "You are, my friend. And there are so many more, as well. Much more handsome than myself!" Wilson screeched a chortle to the sky, something which unsettled all but Trinity. " Would you like to have a look at them? "

It took a long while, several trips to and fro, a wide arrangement of gifts and trust for Trinity- ALL- of Trinity, to agree to leave their unforgiving, aged home of the portal- now more and more occupied by visiting hunters, and to move into the ever-moving caravan of Carronus' clan. Excelling at reading familiars and scrying, Trinity still values solitude quite often, and often partakes in rituals only understood by the Trinity themselves.








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