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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.44 m
Wingspan
4.15 m
Weight
905.57 kg
Genetics
Strawberry
Pinstripe
Pinstripe
Brown
Seraph
Seraph
Sable
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
129
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
13
MND
5
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Rakgi | the plague queen
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She crawled. Out of the Wyrmwound, blisters covering her body, flesh peeled away to reveal bone underneath, teeth melting from her skull. She crawled. Inch by inch across the harsh terrain, thorn bushes scraping her sensitive hide, the bones that littered the ground digging themselves into her soft belly. She crawled. The Wyrmwound itself created her, a horrible amalgamation of flesh and decay to be a festering pustule on the land. She crawled. Emotions were a foreign concept to her and from the moment she was birthed, she craved to have power over others and to make them bow to her. |
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They all bowed to her. They all worshiped her as their queen. The very thought, the very sight, filled her chest with a twisted sense of pride. Her Horde would follow her anywhere, to whatever end. They would sacrifice themselves to her cause and do whatever bidding she asked of them.
They called her Plaguebringer. A deity. She liked the sound of that. She was a deity, she owned these barren lands full of bones and boils and acid. She owned the dragons under her who followed her blindly and those who rejected her were slain and eaten to give her life.
But no matter how much Rakgi had, it was never enough. The few dragons who served her loyally weren't enough, the strip of land she ruled over and defended weren't enough. There was so much more out there for the taking.
The Scarred Wasteland would be hers. It was ripe for the taking. Those who would not align with her would die, and those who did would be under her protection.
And after that?
There was a whole world out there.
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Where was she? It was so dark. So...cold.
Why couldn't she move?
Voices echoed in the distance but their words were lost to her.
...
There had been an ambush in the night. Dragons swept in out of nowhere and attacked.
Her Horde had fought to protect her, but they were overtaken. What had become of them? Were they dead?
No. They lived. She could feel it deep within her breastbone, within the pit of her stomach. They were alive and they were out there, still. And they were angry. Their rage buzzed through her blood. They would find her.
...
How long had she been here? Days? Weeks? Years?
Time passed so slowly that often she felt it had stopped altogether.
She was alone.
She was angry.
And so, Rakgi planned her revenge.
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They all bowed to her. They all worshiped her as their queen. The very thought, the very sight, filled her chest with a twisted sense of pride. Her Horde would follow her anywhere, to whatever end. They would sacrifice themselves to her cause and do whatever bidding she asked of them.
They called her Plaguebringer. A deity. She liked the sound of that. She was a deity, she owned these barren lands full of bones and boils and acid. She owned the dragons under her who followed her blindly and those who rejected her were slain and eaten to give her life.
But no matter how much Rakgi had, it was never enough. The few dragons who served her loyally weren't enough, the strip of land she ruled over and defended weren't enough. There was so much more out there for the taking.
The Scarred Wasteland would be hers. It was ripe for the taking. Those who would not align with her would die, and those who did would be under her protection.
And after that?
There was a whole world out there.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◇━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Where was she? It was so dark. So...cold.
Why couldn't she move?
Voices echoed in the distance but their words were lost to her.
...
There had been an ambush in the night. Dragons swept in out of nowhere and attacked.
Her Horde had fought to protect her, but they were overtaken. What had become of them? Were they dead?
No. They lived. She could feel it deep within her breastbone, within the pit of her stomach. They were alive and they were out there, still. And they were angry. Their rage buzzed through her blood. They would find her.
...
How long had she been here? Days? Weeks? Years?
Time passed so slowly that often she felt it had stopped altogether.
She was alone.
She was angry.
And so, Rakgi planned her revenge.
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mmmaybe?
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Exalting Rakgi to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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