Kar

Cold, vicious, ambitious and practical, Kar rarely endears himself to dragons at the first meeting, even ignoring the way he preaches of plague. He was born the runt of his litter; his family begged him not to take the trials of the Necromancer, fearing his failure, but he insisted on not only taking them, but taking them from a perch halfway up the Wyrmwound. It was close at every threshold, but Kar succeeded without question, and now serves as the Left Hand of the Mother devoutly.

Swathed in silk, masked, and with spectral claws weaving about his form, Kar and his Necroservus have taken their home in the Sunbeam Ruins, stepping into place as an alternate spiritual authority for Clan Scuridae. Kar preaches of strength, of victory over nature with the help of the Mother's blessings; he teaches of scratching one's way to such strength by any means available, and of the glory of self-transformation, be it by magic, practice, or circumstance. Slowly, his views are taking hold within his new home, one victory at a time.