ClintEastwood's Clan

It is said that from the bubbling, oozing pustule lake of the Wyrmwound, a young Plague mirror whom wandered too close fell in. When she emerged, her once vibrant and shining scales had all but withered away; bubbles of pus boils hanging loosely from her foul flesh. She had become a walking infestation of rot.

She left the Wyrmwound, returning to her birthplace within the Wandering Contagions to seek out plague dragons and start a clan of her own. She did not see her accident as a curse, but a gift. A message. She believed that this was a message from the Plaguebringer, to further spread the ideologies of their kind and expand their nation.

The few dragons became many, and soon a Venerable Lair was rooted deeply within the twists and spirals of pulsating fleshy-branches. The Eastwood clan had settled down within the Rotrock Rim, with their eyes set keenly on an eventual return to the Wyrmwound once again.