Uracoan

Uracoan was once like any other sandsurge. But when he saw so many of his brethren becoming proficient necromancers, he sought to join them. This proved to be grave mistake. He was already at a disadvantage from the start with his nature clan heritage clashing with the decay brought by plague. That coupled with his relatively small frame led him to succumb to the plague during his second trial.

He was doomed to be a ghoul. He wandered alone many days and nights in a trance-like state. Muttering curses to himself, he was lost in his own mind full of self-hatred and regret. Ever aware of his limited time alive. He accepted his fate and confined himself to sculking around the rim of the wyrmwound.

Meanwhile, fresh out of the trials, a new necromancer by the name of Jason was exploring the plague domain looking for fresh opportunities to kick off his career as a necromancer and test out his newfound power. While scavenging one night Jason saw a shadow moving in the distance. Upon moving closer he discovered that it was a sandsurge ghoul.

He felt pity for the poor dragon. It was an awful fate. He was about to leave when an idea struck him. Yes. It was perfect. Jason saw this as a great opportunity to get a leg up in the necromancer community and show off his skills when he'd show them he'd already neutralized a ghoul.

Stepping out from the shadows, Jason stood in the ghoul's path. The Sandsurge's eyes didn't look up rom the ground. It was almost like he didn't even know Jason was there.