Slamutmedis

- I don't want to be mean but she's bad to look at
- isn't like. a dragon. topography wise?
- stretched at her limits, is 16'5" of vineflesh wrapped around and within miscellaneous cloth, bone, and the cartilage-skin of a capsule
- a slithering creature of grasping tendrils that can clamber through trees and across the cavern ceiling with ease

- holds herself in an approximation of a bogsneak
- focused on the face area and fins, and has a collection of bone fragments that she holds in a fake, segmented skull

- has two capsules that she like. found
- using them as vivariums?
- rooting herself into the soil is the simplest way to eat and be healthy but also isn't practical
- so she just has a few tendrils rooted while she's on the go
- those tendrils tend to flower and leave so its pretty


- a family condition from her grandmother who fell apart into sparks of lightning after handling too much raw magic
- and her parent was just electric pulses moving a pile of wire around

- parents were born post war in the hewn city
- found out the hard way there's a reason dragons are paid to move into the wood!
- take your pick of what kind of irradiated land you want to live in
- they chose the northwest, near the scar, where the gladekeeper made her folly


- while she was born a few years after the war, she didn't join the clan for another decade

- left her village power hungry and fell in with a warlord clan around the southern scar
- was a valued hand of a chief under the warlord, but was betrayed by the chief having a change of heart and training the tyrannized villagers to fight back
- survived the initial implosion of the cult but was seized and blamed by the other cultists for not seeing the betrayal
- sealed into a barrel and cast into the driftwood drag



Slamutmedis everlasting (botanical) vine
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