Ambra

Apprentice to the mage, Bead, but only until she can obtain total mastery of her secretive, but deadly skills. She cares not to toil away at alchemy or the revival of bodies as her master does. To do so is to commit a sin upon the Mother of Rot herself. Inside she harbors a hatred for the Skydancer that burns like a boil ready to burst. She has no choice in the matter however. Too young and vulnerable is she to wander the lands on her own. She must bide her time and improve herself. Only then will she be able to prove her worth to her patron Mother.

Her goal is to become a cunning spell weaver that takes disease into herself to mix into a mosaic of viruses. There it will fester, laying in wait for the moment she will unleash it unto the land. From her maw the poison will drip, and she hopes that Bead the blasphemer will meet his agonizing end. She cares not to control the disease except to further her own needs and wants.

How naive she is, to think the mage would not be able to see the black stain in her heart. She will have her power, but he will watch her every move, ready to correct any mistake that arises. A plague dragon he is, but he holds no allegiance to the Lady of Rot. Let the whelp have her contagion, but he will be there to study and control it.