Rosin

A quiet, serious and sombre dragon, Rosin is sparse and straightforward in language, and rarely smiles.

Originally an apothecary for the windswept Zephyr Steppes, Rosin was exiled to the Scarred Wasteland after contracting a contagious, incurable and disfiguring illness from a rogue plague dragon.

Weak, alone and resigned to her fate, she was discovered on the brink of death by the Plague Legion clan matriarch, FirstEpoch. Adopted into this clan, an unlikely crew of exiles and immigrants, she was able to find a new home. Only the strongest, most resilient dragons are able to survive as members of the Plague Legion.

Not built to be a hunter, brawler or thief, Rosin quickly found that working was the only thing that gave her life purpose and meaning, and resumed her apothecary duties.

She lives alone in the grey forest that borders between Plague and Shadow territory, and ekes out a simple living gathering plants, insects and mushrooms with her pet elk. She enjoys her solitude, and has minimal contact with the other members of her clan.
In exchange for their protection and allowing her solitude, she trades medicines with her clan-mates for fabrics, useful trinkets and bones.

Her potions can heal, restore stamina and vigor, and ease suffering.
She will only provide these cures to her own clan however, and uninvited guests soon find she is just as capable at brewing poisons.