Plague Mom for the win:






One day this little fellow showed up. He was lucky Pandemic was in a good mood and decided not to eat him as a snack.


LilyPad gave a welcome gift to the Priestess. Pandemic was not quite sure what to do with it but it looked like it was sickly or would cause sickness so she kept it. She grew to like it against her own inclination and found herself trying our her sermons on it when no one else was around. It made a great audience since it always agreed with her.



Art by AuroraOra at https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/adopt/2828550/1#post_2828550


Pandemic purchased this lovely statute of PlagueMom and had it displayed in the shelf in her office's bookcase. Occasionally she would place offerings before it of diseased or dead things. One day she arrived to find this beautiful live garland of flowers around her idol with no note or indication from whence they came. She noticed that the flowers matched her own colors. They were beautiful and alive! She was not amused....

Art by: @Tune #184022






In the dark days before the light of Plaguebringer’s Cauldron scoured our lands clean of the damp creeping woods and devouring grasses, we wandered. Scavengers, we were called. Marauders, War-mongers, unwanted and lost. Nowhere welcomed us until She said “Take. Take. This world shall be yours. Take my Left Hand, let it carve a place for you.” And from Her three talons rose Her servants, our deliverance: the Necromancers and their brethren.

Her touch is the scourge of destruction, Her breath the cataclysm, Her voice the judgement of doom upon the unworthy who crawl amongst the quick and the green in the sap-sickened forests.

Now the Wyrmwound expells virulent contagion. And She grants us Her hand sinister, Her left hand, in guidance and in retribution.

There are no royal bloodlines in the Plaguelands. To rule one must command with strength, and respect is earned through survival. However, if there were to be an analog of nobility in Plagubringer's wastes it could be well represented by the Necromancers.

Serving triple roles as advisors, shamans, and priests, Necromancers are considered to be aspects of the Plaguebringer's Will personified. To have one serve a clan is recognized as a great honor and a sign of Her favor. Necromancers earn their title by meditating for twenty-three days and nights on the Rotrock Rim without aid or succor. Prestige is increased by choosing a perch closer to the Wyrmwound, but this also increases the risk of failure. Successful dragons are given a symbol of Necromantic rank and a familiar and thereby earn the title of Necromancer.

True Necromancers can infect with a touch, as well as pull disease from the body at will. Dragons that can infect but not cure are known as Necroservus and often serve accomplished Necromancers. Failed Necromancers, or Ghouls, are riddled with plague, slowly dying, and are thought to embody Plaguebringer's displeasure. Some Plague dragons believe that She sends them into disobedient clans to spread annihilation and death. Outside of the traditional hierarchy exist the Wraiths, dragons who did not pass the trial by their own merits and so forfeited their claim to a title. They do not possess the abilities of a Necromancer, nor the cursed fate of a Ghoul, instead existing in the nebulous space between success and failure.

Necromancers face three trials to earn their mantle.

The first is the Trial of Infection. Plaguebringer must acknowledge their ambition by touching their flesh with plague. If no plague develops after thirteen days, the dragon is considered unworthy and fails.

The second is the Trial of Survival. Dragons prove their strength by fighting the plague, keeping it from consuming them whole by any means necessary. If they are successful the plague is suppressed and goes dormant, appearing on their skin as a series of slashing stripes across the spine and the edges of their wings.

The final trial is the Test of Contagion. By the dawn of the twenty-fourth day the dragon must prove its domination of the plague by both passing it on to another through touch and calling it back again. Control of disease is a divine gift and the true Necromancer should be able to spread and cure it with ease. If a dragon can spread the disease but not dampen it, they are given the inferior title of Necroservus, and are usually bound to an accomplished Necromancer as their servant.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and while a dragon's eyes can't tell you everything about their lives and personalities, they can give you a glimpse into what is normally hidden. The following eye characteristics should be considered guidelines, not hard rules, of what you can expect based on the eyes of a Necromancer or its variants. Unusual eyes: Dragons with unusual eyes have depths in magical ability - and sometimes in personality - that can be hard to fathom. Their powers run deep, their bodies serving as a reservoir that can be drawn upon even when resources run thin. Unfortunately their endurance can also make them reckless and unusual-eyed dragons might overextend themselves if they are not familiar with their own limits. In regards to the trials, if these dragons are touched by Mother's Blessing they find that they can overcome the plague through sheer force of will. They beat back the sickness limb from limb, organ by organ, until it lies dormant within them, ready to be called upon. While it is rare for an unusual-eyed dragon to fail the second trial, they have no guarantees in passing the third.

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Purchased on 10/22/19 for 45G from Shadari via CR