Breac

Within the vibrant bazaar of Felhallow, an Imperial with shining scales, a pair of golden wings, and splashes of bright color slowly meanders through the streets. With casual glances, nods, or other minor actions, thatched rooves find themselves rewoven and damaged walls are sealed with thick vines.

Breac serves as a caretaker and general maintenance for the market streets of Felhallow. Being so near the Pox leads to minor disease and death among the various thick growths that make up the shops and stalls that line the streets; as such, Breac has made it his sworn duty to fight against this decaying infrastructure. A talented sorcerer with druidic powers, he finds no difficulty in growing massive swathes of structures and decorations in an instant.

At nightfall, none know where Breac retires to. To those in his debt (one he never collects on), he merely goes somewhere to rest until the next morning. But the truth? Breac works to tame the dangerous woodland around the clan's stomping grounds. Within the shadowed woods, Breac faces monstrous creatures that push the limits of his mystical powers to the absolute breaking point. His body may get injured, including what lead to his slow gait, but his power over nature has been honed to a razor edge.

A fair trade, in his eyes.

Written by GruesomeGoo.

On the front page on 15/12/23!