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Fester

(#74772596)

An impish construct with a need to please.

Familiar

Cinnabar Plaguebringer

Energy: 35/50

Personal Style

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.84 m

Wingspan

1.64 m

Weight

21.56 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Dec 31, 2021
(2 years)

Breed

Hatchling
Banescale

Eye Type

Wind
Primal

Level 25 Banescale

Max Level

STR

120

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

none

Offspring

none

Biography

FESTER

He/They / Chunk / Plague aligned

Tidbits…

Literally just a sentient chunk of rotten meat

Plague aligned, wind eyes are just to represent the horrible, poisonous stench emanating from Fester’s eyes

Often sent on advertising jobs, reportedly has a great sale rate due to clans wanting to get out of their ‘horrible smell’. Did I forget to mention they smell like rotten meat?

Backstory

Fester's body is the collected efforts of common animals trying to cross the Plague wastes, only to be unceremoniously crushed into mush by dragons padding onwards to their clan's homes. At one point, some jockish dragons from outside of the Plague clan territories made a joke out of constructing a fake dragon from the various carcasses on the road. They piled them all together against the nearby Wyrmwound, not knowing how volatile the liquid within was. They pointed, they laughed, but their little plaything didn't hold their attention for long. Soon enough, the out-of-towners were heading forward once more.

Fester's body remained undisturbed for a while. But soon enough, the pustulous fluid inside of the Wyrmwound dribbled downward, landing on top of his piecemeal body. While not enough to grant him any ambulatory freedom or cognitive complexity, it did partially reanimate some of the animals that made him up. Every once in a while, in response to the movement of dragons or wayward animals past his body, the animal carcasses would roil and stir, producing a horrible screech from the slapping of meat against meat and pronouncing his dreadful smell. Most animals and some of the weaker-willed dragons would run off, while those more used to the visciousness of the Plague lands would simply laugh. However, one time, a powerful mage was surprised so thoroughly by Fester that they casted a bolt of magic at the Wyrmwound. Liquid sloshed around inside, flying over the edge. The mage ran, knowing the liquid inside to be dangerous. As they did, however, they never noticed a large drop of pustule land right on Fester.

In a single moment, Fester's flesh hardened into a scaly exterior, bits of soft deer meat peeking out from under the divots between his scales. A connective tissue formed between the hawk bones of his wings and the wolf skin haphazardely draped over it. Chipped rodent bones sprouted from his neck and head, grotesquely imitating spines. Lime green gas spooled upwards into the sky from Fester's fleshy eyeholes. He blinked once, twice. And then, all at once, the animalistic fear every animal he was composed of felt in their final moments rushed through him. He looked out at the horizon, and saw a dragon running over a hill. He cried out for them, but they couldn't hear him. As they crested over that hill, his fear and desire for the company of what he could only understand to be his parent turned to a hot, burning anger.

For hours, he clawed at the Wyrmwound for giving him life. It only responded with the hideous cackle of nails against a chalkboard. But then, a single dragon's cautious footsteps signaled a presence a little further down the road. An anxious fae dressed in standard issue fatigues tiptoed across the muddy floor. As Fester saw them, he felt a rush of emotions, both hating and wanting the approval of this dragon. In his distress, he rushed forward and tackled the fae to the ground. Through their screaming, the fae grabbed the little hunting knife tied to their ankle. They stabbed at Fester, but found it failed to deter him. With all their strength, they shoved Fester off, flying away as fast as they could. Red, bloody water flowed out of Fester's eyeholes as another dragon left them alone.

He lived like this, for a time: attempting to "claim" various dragons as his parent before they inevitably ran away. One time, he got his hands on some rope, and managed to tie one down for a whole day. He was saddened that none of them ever took the chance to talk with him- up until he met Beengoux. Now, he works as a salesman in association with Beengoux, whom he views as a parent figure.

— Written by PurblePossum

Their lore shop

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