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SPECIES - DRAKE(FILTH)
Prism Drakes are creatures of regal bearing and vibrant jewel-like colouring. Typical physical features of this race are sweeping wing spans and elegant limbs, and long barbed tails. Colourful combs sprout from the crowns of their head and spiky frills typically adorn the line of the jaw.
Where there is light there is also shadow: the Filth Drake’s grotesqueness is a natural foil to the Prism Drake's splendour. It is unclear when Filth Drakes first began to live among the undesirable lands, but they've long abided near the habitats of their Prism kin. In contrast to the litheness of the Prism Drakes, the Filth Drakes have stocky bodies and that terminate in short, stumpy limbs. Their bodies lack wings and tale and their scale colors vary from indistinguishable browns to mottled grays to putrid yellows. The flesh of a Filth Drake is often coated in pungent slime and liberally dappled with cancerous growths and festering wounds. The nature of these injuries and tumours is attributed to the arcane taint of the swamps and sewers in which they abide. A Filth Drake’s penchant for eating anything and everything will leave them bloated and sluggish. Such reckless eating contributes to their exposure to parasites and disease.
Species Ability: Breath weapon
effect: A filth Drake can spew sewage onto the target exposing them to all manner of diseases parasites and unclean things
(Note: Onidial Loses this ability due to purity, she instead has an acid breath that simply burns targets)
Name: SISTER ONIDIAL OF THE LONG JUDGEMENT
Species: Filth Drake
Gender: Female
Age: 36 (24 equiv)
Calling: Binder of Galus
-Binding Oath: "I will embody Purity itself!"(chastity)
Weapon: Heavy Flail
Quote: "Don't touch me!"
The Living God Palitum the Purifier has always protected his realm from all intruders however small. This was especially so for the lofty palace of the Silver Citadel. The Sisters of Nightingale were greatly perplexed one evening by the presence of basket full of trash and a single large egg on the steps of the convent. The contents of the basket were pungent with the fetid odor of a overripe food and rotting meat and the sisters dismissed it as a rather bold child’s prank. The basket was swiftly discard in the waste bin to be delivered to a Purification tank the following morning. The Sisters chastened the guards to keep a stricter watch for pranksters within their Divine Lord’s city.
In the morning when tasked with carrying away the trash, a novice was shocked to find the bin empty, empty save for a freshly hatched female drakeling. The Harbingers of Palitum have always upheld a fundamental doctrine, "cast down the impure" Though all filth drakes were labeled as impure by this paradigm, the Sisters of Nightingale could not bring themselves to condemn a child. Mother Kindal delivered the final verdict and declared "Corruption is earned. I will punish this creature for the sins she commits, not the ones thrust upon her". She christened the infant "Onidial of the long judgement" and the sisters decided to raise her as one of their own.
Under the care of the Sisters, the infant Onidial spent nearly three years undergoing extensive purification rituals and applications of the finest creams of the Silver Citadel to rid her of the congenital diseases and taints of her parentage. Free from the arcane taint of the swamps, Onidial's flesh was clean of the scars and boils. Without the cancerous growths and disease, her body grew with symmetry unknown to a Filth Drake. But Onidial saw no beauty in her form; she saw only how poorly she compared to the elegance of the Prism Drakes. She keenly felt how her mind shared the dullness of her kin as she struggled through lessons. Her short legs and broad figure felt clumsy and made it difficult to perform the delicate tasks of the Sisters. With time Onidial found her place among the Sisters. They graciously accepted her for her weaknesses, and put her strengths to useful cause. The magnitude of how much these treasured times meant would not be realized until it was lost to Onidial.
The return of Palitum the Purifier from his latest crusade changed everything. Palitum immediately sensed the presence of a filth-drake within his realm. He asked of the Harbingers why such a creature inhabited his realm, however changed she might be. The Harbingers of Palitum were mortified and outraged, How could they be so foolish as to allow the most lowly and impure of creature to live undetected within the sacred walls of the Silver Citadel for no less than 15 years? They covered their embarrassment by declaring heresy against the Sisters of the Nightingale and demanding their excommunication. Had the sister not deceived them first and betrayed the Holy Palitum who so generously gave them sanctuary within the Citadel? Onidial was beyond contempt, she was the disease infecting their fair temple. A blight to which there was only one cure: cast her down into the realms of rot, to die. In the center of the Silver Citadel the population had gathered to hear the living god’s decree. Onidial shivered with fear and awe as she stood before Palitum.
The crowd surged forward, but Palitum the Purifier halted his Harbingers in their full zeal. Confused, they queried, "Why, Lord, have you stopped us, is it not your will that we should cast out this corruption?" Palitum the Purifier laid his gazed upon Onidial and he indeed saw corruption, not satisfied Palitum the Purifier then turned to the Sisters of Nightingale and his eyes revealed they too held taint of impurity. The Harbingers saw the look of dismay and quaked "Do we not trace the taint far enough? Shall we cast down the sisters as well, you need only give the word, my Lord", Palitum the Purifier now turned his attention to the Harbingers, and here too he felt the taint. The Harbingers were silent for a time but finally declared "If our lives are the price of purity, then we will accept our fate gladly". Palitum looked out upon all his subjects and saw that every living creature within his Silver Citadel held impurity and corruption within. "If it is your will, you can rebuild everything, my Lord". Palitum the Purifier was silent as he looked finally upon himself, the Harbingers had no answer this time.
The Living God Palitum the Purifier addressed the lowly Onidial who lay prostrate before him. "Is it purity you seek, girl?" Onidial fought the urge to cringe as she raised her head to mighty god. Her words felt more like the squeaks of a mouse but her gaze held his steadily "I seek it more than anything else” She prayed that this was the answer the God sought. "Then you must seek it elsewhere, for it cannot be found here." and thus Onidial was permitted to remain in the high realms, but banished from the Silver Citadel forever.
Personal Ability: Purifying touch
Cost: drawback
Effect: Onidial's touch nullifies poisons and diseases on objects, food or even individuals at will
Drawback: Extremely vulnerable to inhaled smoke, Allergic to narcotics, body cannot process alcohol,
skin to skin contact with someone currently bearing sexual desires causes her natural immunity to begin to shut down causing severe burns from her own acid.
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