Hodge

Hodge had been following a trail of death out from the Wastelands for some time. During her Trials she had come across it in a vision, a cosmic plague bound to land. The trails proved her worthy of her new title as Necromancer but before she could find herself a proper clan to aid, a strange tugging within her chest compelled her forward through the Contagion.

[insert adventure here]

Opening the door to a small hut buried in the hillside behind a harbor town, Hodge could just barely poke her head inside and took a deep long sniff at the bubbling cauldron. It oozed with a black ichor but glowed and eerie purple. A Plague Rat stood on a stool next to it, churning the liquid with a massive bone.

"Can I help you Necromancer?" The voice startled Hodge, causing her to jump and smack her head on a ceiling beam. The Rat squeaked loudly at her as she withdrew her head from the hovel coming face to face with a diseased looking bogsneak. "Speak up child, I haven't got all millennia."

Normal breathing was all it would take for Hodge to realize this was the Source. This skeleton looking galactic being radiated this odd disease. "It's you. You're the one I can smell."

"Excuse you." The Bog looked unimpressed.

A small flush graced Hodge's snout, "I've been tracking this weird disease since I left the Wyrmwound and it's you. You are the source of it."