Bio

She was not born strong. For a dragon of Wind, her wings were weak, she was nervous of the heights of her windy home. She would never fit in with her kin. Windsinger had cursed her, to be sure. To be a daughter of his gale, she was barely a puff of breeze.

But there was something for her. The dragon that came to her home called herself a Necromancer. She looked large, strong, confident, and wizened beyond her appearance. Saqqara was her name, and she spoke to the youngsters with words of honeyed gold. Plaguebringer promised strength, she promised confidence and power. Something this poor hatchling had nothing of. But Mother would only give those things to those who could prove themselves.

What did she have to lose? She was already broken, already cursed. Perhaps Plaguebringer would smile upon her the way Windsinger had not. The young fledgling became Genesis and traveled to the Wyrmwound with Saqqara and her entourage.

Day 0

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She could hear the bubbling of the great cauldron, feel it through the soles of her feet, though she could only see the glow tainting the low-hanging sky. It was much larger than she anticipated, and now her nerves were beginning to vibrate with fear. Could she do this? She could barely hop from one floating platform to another in the Crescendo.

She narrowed her eyes with determination. Of course she could. Mother willing, she would welcome her into her embrace. She only had to step forward and survive, to wait for Mother's touch upon her soul. "I will become something," Genesis growled softly to herself as she began her trek up the side of the great wound in the earth. She could feel Evisra's eyes upon her. She would not shame herself by changing her mind. She had enough of being weak.

Genesis chose her place by the burning in her lungs. She went as far as she could without choking on the fumes. She could not see the putrid fluid of the cauldron itself from her perch, but she was now bathed in its lurid light. Looking back down, she could see that she was roughly halfway up the ridge of the Wound. This was where she would await Plaguebringer's touch.

Difficulty: Normal

Day 1 - The Trial of Infection

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It should come as no surprise that any dragon this close to the Wyrmwound would contract some sort of illness. This roiling cauldron of disease was the epicenter of Mother's power and influence. It was that influence that brought her here. Genesis began to feel Mother's touch on the very first day. It settled into her skin and traveled through her bloodstream, settling into the core of her bones.

Swipp pull: Sunsong Face Mask

Day 2 - The Trial of Survival

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Morning dawned on the first day of her Infection. Genesis struggled to breathe the toxic fumes that permeated the air, the heaviness in her limbs anchoring her to her perch. But she stood strong as she could, keeping to her feet despite the ravaging contagion in her blood. "This is only the beginning," she whispered, reminding herself that she still had a long way to go before she would pass or fail Mother's divine Trials.

Day 3 - The Trial of Survival

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"No, Mother please!" Genesis crawled farther up the cauldron rim, as though that act would somehow prove that she was still worthy of Plaguebringer's divine purpose. She'd felt it in the night, the spike of fever that threatened to boil her blood to nothingness. Her eyes and nose wept. Scales withered, reddened by the disease that ravaged her body. She fell to the dusty earth, barely able to move, scarcely able to breathe. "I am once cursed, do not curse me again," she prayed desperately.

A shadow fell over her. A rumble of disapproval, of disappointment. "Mother has shown her disapproval of your weakness," the Necromancer said flatly, cold and emotionless as ice. "Is your shame worth a quick death?"

"No! Please! Let me serve her. In whatever way I can. I don't want to die...," Genesis knew she was weak. It was by now, and within these first trials that she accepted and embraced her weakness. But she could not grow stronger if she ended her life here, letting the Plague take her.

The other ridgeback made no utterance of sound, no comfort or condemnation. Instead she placed a claw upon the smaller dragon's shoulder. Moments later, Genesis felt the fever begin to recede. The ache in her joints, the soreness in her throat, the dragging fatigue, it all faded.

"Then rise a Wraith, and let your failure be known to all who witness you."

Coli Death
Prayer to Mother: White Slime
Genesis fails her trials and becomes a Wraith