OmegaSiCK's Clan

We hiss the strain into existence. We crawl the waste in search of flesh to infect. We feed the balance of life and death through polyps and poison.

The clan nests within a forgotten piece of civilization on the edge of the waste. The Plaguebringer's tendrils encroaching on the cracked and stained concrete, and the stench of some long forgotten despair soaked into its walls make it the perfect home. Tzimisce reigns from the top floor of the ruin, running her clan the only way she knows how- by force. After contracting some kind of flesh eating contagion, she believes herself to be a chosen harbinger of the destruction she knows is coming. Though she is young, eventually she wishes to deliver her entire clan to the The Wyrmwound in the hopes that they too will be chosen by the strains hissing within. She looks to the center beyond the boneyard and prays, whispering in devotion: "We are resilient, we are survivors, we are contagious. Long live the plague."