Olanag

He is a relatively new addition to the clan, a holy dragon from the plaguebringers biome. His face is cloaked in blood soaked cloth, he laid the plague’s victims to rest after the battle, so that they might truly know peace in the afterlife. His palms are calloused from the amount of holes he scraped from the earth. Plague dragons are often seen as ruthless, after the battles he walked in one direction till his legs collapsed from underneath him for he could do nothing else. The world is cruel and sometimes the only thing you can manage is walking. His mind was shattered when the sands swallowed him up. He awoke in tarma’s care, festering wounds cleaned and gashes stitched. He wasn’t ok, far from it, but it was a Start.



Olanag has had an extremely difficult time settling into this clan, he misses the wyrmwound, the lakes of acid that gave off a sickly sweet smell. The only thing this land smells of is Ozone dust and brass. The first words he spoke in the clan were “where are my people” when they told him very softly where he was he broke down in sobs. It took many Many more months before he talked to someone again, that being Petra, my mad scientist who spoke very plainly that his home was destroyed many months ago, just a few days after the battle that left him catatonic. There was nothing left for him there. He tried many times to exault himself to hopefully be able to see the patron of rot. Failing miserably each time. After his wounds had Finished healing he found an anchor. Cobalt, a dragon who had fought fim on that very battle ground. He was calm to the storms around him, a dragon he could lean on as he took his steps towards a better life. It’s a slow Agonizing walk but he walked, for thats all there was left to do.

Olanag spends much of his life in Eryls grove now, although its not home it is calm. They became quick friends on his walk. She likes to brew him a cup of tea when he comes over so they can sit and talk about life. When he’s Not in the garden he spends his nights in the Armory. Listening to the others talk about old scars and stories around the forge fire. Many years down the line he will have built himself a temple to pray to the gods, he offers help to all in need. An anchor for others, when, for the longest time he had no one. He settled down in the clan with cobalt, they are still figuring a lot of things out but for now, it’s happy. With time all wounds will heal