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Vecna

(#43383600)

Level 15 Mirror

Familiar

Undying Featherback

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.29 m

Wingspan

3.68 m

Weight

729.46 kg

Genetics

Stone
Iridescent

Blood
Current

Sanguine
Thylacine

Hatchday

Jul 13, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Mirror

Eye Type

Plague
Glowing

Level 15 Mirror

EXP: 1096 / 60881

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

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Vecna

Necromancer | Healer

"A disease is simply a reminder of ones mortality and to be stronger than before, and I can help with that."

Age:
Mate: Nobody
Personality: Daddy-issues™ , doubtful, masks his intentions, prideful
Notable Connections/Relationships:
- Delilah (Assistant)
- Lolth (Ally, Rival, Hate-Love-mate)
- Lich (Rivalry)

FAMILIAR

Haunter

INVENTORY

Started trials at: 16 Days old

Finished trials 17 days later (33 Days old)

Symbol

Tool

Power Specialty:

Natural/Magical Poisons

Council Rank:

Advocating

as hatchling

Memory | His first memory was as he, not even two hours old, stumbled behind his tall father, hastly trying to catch up with his little, shaking legs. "There is no such thing as too soon to learn Mothers teachings, come." was what father said, he didnt even had a name yet but his instincts command him to fellow. But he was confused, his father just took him away from mother, the other tall figur that was there when he hatched, whose voice he heared when he slumbered in his egg. Was that not mother?

"You are chosen to under go the trails, do you understand? Mother wants to gift you with her spreading, rooting love and you shall be prepared for that."
He was struggling to fellow the fast steps of father but was too afraid to be left behind to cry for help so he just kept going and ran instead.
He suddenly crashed against something, started crying loud and with big heavy tears that dropped from his four small red eyes, the small pup felt lost and alone behind the fog of tears and confusion before noticing that he simply crashed into his father who made a sudden halt and turned around, facing his young son with a stern face.
"Hush my child, a plagueling has no reason to cry, as all pain and suffer is a gift from our dear Mother. Come, its not far now."

Family | Around two weeks went by and he studied the teachings under his father guidance, soon the next session of trails would be opened for subjects. His father, Ichorclaw, is well known, almost famous for his powers, his knowledge and success upon taking the trails, every visitor stated that. But the young mirror didnt believed them much, they could just say this to lure them like a stranger tried when stating that Arroyo Toads were tasty when it was a deadly try to assassinate him.
His older siblings all went and became Necromancers or Necroservus, which means they all finished atleast the two of three trails, he had no clutch siblings, but it didnt stop him from comparing himself with them so he would not disappoint his father or Mother, he would gain as much power as he was told father possessed, maybe even more.
He doesnt want to be left behind.

His mother, Mina, failed her last trial but was a master when it came to destructive and torturous spreading of dangerous fungus and spores, which will set thier roots deep into flesh and consume a victime alive. It was entertaining to watch, but knowing his father could also cure this deadly disease like it was nothing at all, that made it more interesting, more of a show of power than an acual act of killing.
Would he be able to do the same?

Ichorclaw, Father

Mina, Mother

2nd Generation
(Via Ichorclaw)

The Wyrmwound | The day came as he was lead to the Wyrmwound by his own mother to Mother, past the skeletal remains of perished creatures, dragons and animals alike who did not survive Mothers gift and love. Still, there were weak bodies moving and trying, the haunting cries for help, for death were ignored, fathers short but harsh training made him immune to such sounds of failure. They were not worth of the honor of Plague, they were not worth of love and help.
His mother waited outsite the unholy realm that is the deeper ring of the Wyrmwound, waiting for news of his progress or failing to report at a safe and respectful distance while he went without her, a bit nervous but honored, he was no hatchling anymore, he was growing.
Reaching the pit of bubbling curses and blessings, he was adult, a fully fledged mirror now standing in a row of other dragons that wanted to undergo the trails like him. Awaiting Mothers appearance, to see her in all her glory and beauty, as she is thier Mother, the one they await to make proud with strength and endurance, with will and obedience.
He still remembered the day he hatched and the words his father spoke to him clearly.
He would embrace all pain and suffer as a gift from Mother if it means to be not like those disgraceful beings, forgotten, unworthy and left behind.

The First Trail | Two days after he was gifted by Mother, a simple touch by her left claw, was enough to let sickness crawled under his skin, it made him scratch his hide open and spread infection, causing lumps of white and yellowish goo to form and burst. Fever took over his senses and made him unable to hunt for a few days. It was painful, it was frightening to feel it yourself, to feel death and terror wander and root inside your muscle and bones.
It was just the beginning.

Birthland

The Second Trail | The second trial was harder, he had to survive long enough while being corrupted and pained with this mutating stain, here was no time limit but the twentythree days for the whole trial, he had to hope and beg that his body would control the plague, adapt it into its being and connect it with his genes while he himself was fighting not to go insane by it. Which was hard when your whole body was aching, bleeding and reacted in ways you never imagined.
"I have to go hunting, no matter what...no time to rest." he told himself, trying to sound like his father and just try it.

It was the sixteenth day when he noticed changes, waking up, he saw the world around him in a new light, it felt like he was born blind and could acually see now. A beautiful, redish layer layed upon everything, making him see the glory and beauty of his surroundings more clearly.
Over the last days, the pain and aching weaken, but he simple guessed that his nerves were numb after such a long time of Mothers love and embrace.
His limbs felt powerful, more like he could remember before the trials, overjoyed he jumped up hastly and inspected his body.
Redish stripeds covered his previously from lumps and wounds covered body, just like he was told should happen! He finished the second trail!
"Only one trial remains! I need subjects!"
He rushed out, ready to hunt to test and train his possible powers on wild creatures striving to survive the hostile environment when he was now thier worst threat.

Completion | Upon succeeding the three trials and officially being granted the title of Necromancer, he made his way back to his homeland. His mother had left long ago after hearing that he finished the second trial to prepare the welcoming in The Cell. It felt like many many month since his feet touched the familiar tainted soil he was born in and he couldnt wait to see his parents and find his own clan to serve in. He was not sure where he would go or if his father arranged something already, but he had other things to do, like saying his now gained name to perfect its way of speaking.

(Symbol of Vecna, D&D)

Vecna | Reaching The Cell, the whole clan had gathered with his father standing in the center, expecting his coming as his son walked through the corridor formed for him.
"Ah, congratulations my child. A necromancer, i expected nothing less from you since your hatchday." his father spoke the magical words with pride or what the young necromancer thinks was pride, he had trouble resisting the urge to yell in joy.
"Now, speak your name loud and clear, so everybody knows what we shall call you."
Waiting a moment or two, the mirror looked around and saw familiar faces. Clan members, family, leaders before facing his father.
"Vecna."

Showing of his powers, he touched the strong, healthy legs of a visitor, a male nocturne to be exact, and under his claws blood vessle burst open up and the flesh sunk in before turning blackish and deepen in color with each moment and traveling up the hide and bones while the flesh underneath rotted away like being exposed to the pure venom of certain snakes.
"Well, Vecna, prove your title to us." commanded his father.
Still touching the nocturnes leg, Vecna now called the disease back to where it came from and slowly, bit by bit, the leg formed back to its original state, even when healing it cause the victim more pain than the plague itself. A little price consider it would have made his flesh crumble and rot with every second of his life.

Duty | "Marvelous, yes indeed. If you like, i already found a clan that need your help. A pair of Skinless left The Scarred Wasteland but not without telling us thier reason and some...strange information. Far south in the Souther Icefield near a town called Wanborne at the coast to The Ashfall Waste is an old Fire Flight town which is now home of a 'necromancer' and his ghoul... As you can tell, nobody from our ranks."
Hearing his father speak in utter disgust proved enough for him, somebody claimed thier name for unknown reasons. Ignorance? Envy? Shame?
The reasons did not matter, Vecna went through all of the trials only to hear of someone stealing and staining the title he claimed with dirt.
"So a clan near them seeks confirmation or help?"
"No, the clan itself seeks helping hands to rebuild and protect an ancient temple, mostly healers, spirit callers and other diviners gather there as i was told. It makes a good reason to investigate about this someone as they live near."
"Understood, i will see whats up with this."

20/10/18 - The Cold | It was a long time, and a much longer way, until he reached his destination. Before him towered the gapping maw of an ancient building, old stone on broken ones, it was truely not a beautiful sight but neverless impressive.
"Yes yes, its still in progress but atleast we were able to reclaim the structure from wind and snow, so that others are able to enjoy it much more." came it from the blue Ridgeback lady named Verra that awaited him at the nearby town.
"I truely hope so, i can heal diseases but not frostbite." stated the young necromancer and stepped into the temple, thanking the structure for freeing him from the wind.
"We were quiet suprised hearing that a Necromancer would like to join, words dont travel that far to here but after asking around, you guys are pretty much wonderhealers in the lands of the Plaguebringer, right? Sounds pretty wierd when you learn as a hatchling that you love to be sick, no offense." Varra fellowed, taking the lead and walked him to his room, she went not slow enough to annoy him that much, but still not fast enough what he liked to see. He was tired and wished to rest before getting to work right away and gather information before the Faker would find out.

"All taken. Its like your kind with low temperatures. We simply embrace what Mother gives us." Varra seemed to slow down near a door, a second, but enough to predict her upcomming stop and avoid another line of the lair guard captain.
"Thank you for showing me my room, i wish to rest now. Good day."
With that he closed the door behind him, taking in the simple and functional decorated room. Not much was there, a wooden chest and table as well as a wooden bedding box filled with layers of cloth and pillows, simply to keep his body away from the stone flooring and losing precious body heat.
Unloading his bags of his back into the chest, the mirror rested in his bed before falling asleep.

Price | "You can’t heal him?!" roars the upset Ridgeback when Starnight, one of the two healers of the Cult, shook his head. "I am deeply sorry, whatever your hatchling has is no sickness, I have to get another healer to help me out here."
The small hatchling on the bed was staring at the wall next to it with empty blank eyes, drooling from his mouth and was not responding to anything. One could think the small dragon was blessed with greyish stained scales, but a second look showed that he had truly lost color.

"Then use your feathers and do it!"
Stepping out of the room and closing the wooden door, the white Coatl sighed heavily. It was the fifth patient within a week that showed strange symptoms that did not fit with any common sickness known to the Ice Flight.
Waddling through the corridors with his rather small legs, he made halt at a door that smelled... strange. There was no word for him to describe it, but he knocked anyway.
"Vecna? Starnight here, I require your assistance."

A few moments of rumbling, clicking of claws on stone later, the door opened and the mirror peeked his head through the door.
"How can I help? I am copying some book to restore so make it quick," answered the dragon with an unamused and stressed tone.
"I have a patient with symptoms unrelated to any sickness I know, could you take a look?"
The mirror looked back into his room, then stepped out, closing the door and followed the Coatl.
It’s been two months since he was here, but since Starnight and his mate could take care of the few patients that made their way up here, he could focus on studies and scribe duties until the road to the local villager was made easier to travel.

Going into the room with the huffing and buffing Ridgeback mother, Vecna made a beeline towards the hatchling, ignoring her angered gestures as she saw his red, plague tainted eyes.
Starting with a general checkup, he noticed more unusual signs, as well as seeing the unusual low temperature, which was actually concerning since even Ice Dragons can maintain their body temperature pretty easy in this climate.
"What did he eat before becoming sick?"
"What did he eat? Well, we hunted some turkeys for our stockpile, bought some fruit and fish from the market to try something new. Nothing unusual...." the mother stopped, tilting her head before shaking it.
"Well, after having eaten some of the yellow, citrus tasting fish, me and my mate had some stomach problems, but nothing major, it was gone within a few hours."

The mirror looked at the hatchling confused, he did not taste many foreign fish species yet, he was fine eating what he knew – it was an important rule within The Scarred Wasteland and without doubt it made things easier.
He laid his hand on the hatchling’s forehead and let his magic flow through its system until he withdrew it with any potential poison it hold.
And yes, he seemed to had gotten something as Vecna felt how the poison got transferred to his own system to be neutralized.
A moment, two, three, and the Necromancer took his claw back to the ground, steading himself and coming back to his senses.

"Done. Two weeks of rest and only simple meals would get him going, no exotic fish until adulthood," he ordered before turning tail and leaving the room, straight up returning to his room again to study the strange book he found in the archives about a Ghoul that actually documented what its life had been.
The following hours were hard to handle, he kept losing focus easily and needed to make himself some tea and tackle the subject again.
A sour taste refused to leave his mouth.

01/02/21 - Eye to Eye | Curled up in a large patch of fur, he still hasnt gotten used to the cold, he started reading again.
The book proved to be quite interesting, a mirror Ghoul sentient and sane enough to write its experiences, from the failed trials to wandering in the wasteland in search for help to lessen the immensive pain it experiences as each waking moment, as sleep was hard to achieve, was a constant fight and that doesnt even account for hunting and finding a safe spot to drink and rest.

One day it found itself waking up next to a ridgeback Necromancer who took a liking to the idea of healing a Ghoul, that being its only chance to survive, fellowed the dragon with no question asked and began being a little test subject to see if a fully infested Ghoul is able to regain a state of painless existence and also being safe to have around as its body is unable to contain the love of Mother and keeps spreading it to everything it touches.
Of Course, a Necromancer is able to revert this damage if they act fast enough but the image of a Necromancer-less clan without knowledge harboring a Ghoul in thier foolish empathy,.... happend too often, but atleast these fools are less now.

What fellowed where days of small talk, the Necromancer moved his quarters as far away from the Clan as possible and gave the Ghoul a room right next to his so if anything happend he could quickly act and help him. Yeah, it seemed both were guys, unimportant information.
The experiments didnt started until week 4 of thier stay together, going on to careful testing of if the Necromancer is able to drain the sickness out, which of course failed immediatly as it was way too much to take it, then ...

Loud knocking interrupted the mirror dragon, he layed the book down after placing a bookmark down before opening the door to his chambers and be greeted by ther snapper lady Vinka, the local pet hoarder and hatchling caretaker.
"Vecna my dear, could you help me out for a bit? I offered Fiona from the Trading Post to take care of a familiar of hers but it became sick! Look!"
On hour massive head layed a yellowish snake, curled up in a louse ball with scales scattered around it.
"A corn snake i suppose? Its losing it scales... leave it here, i will see what i can do. Did it eat recently?" he questioned in a monotone voice, whatever it has its a severe case as snakes are not suppose to lose scales.
"I fed her a small mouse, but thats surely isnt enough. If you need food or help to feed her, come to me! Thanks for trying!"
He carefully took the snake from her head and put her next to his book, he would need to set up a place for it to stay as snakes are not really friends with the cold.

How in Mother`s name did Vinka think taking a snake into such a cold climate would be a good idea?
Its atleast a wonder that the temple itself is fairly warm being partly underground and all.

The snake weakly flickers with her tongue and stares at him with a determind stare.
"Atleast she got the will, lets see what i can do..."

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