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Name -Drumagth Appearance -

Level of corruption - Almost completely tainted Skills - is not very skilled in close combat, but will still fight back as best he can until he can put distance. Lacks in muscle, but is still quite large. His fire is green, and is not able to be put out by water. Magical abilities(If needed) - has studied almost every magic available to him. Including: elemental, small weather control, short range teleportation, and necromancy (he is no master, but he understands what he is doing.) Political standing (elfs, dwarfs, men, or just dragon): he is neutral for the most part, but will normally just lean towards dragon. Public goal with the order: to simply gain power. Backstory - Gigeth had at the battle of the frozen wastes. As Drumagth began to shift into corruption, his only thought is of Graguth. He had sacrificed himself to save his brother. Now his once beautiful purple and blue scales darkened to the corrupted black they are today. The corrupting force almost kills him as he falls to the hard frozen stone of the wall. The rageful roars of his brother ring out as his sight blacks out. Drumagth awoken inside the tombs of horror. His thoughts and goals now corrupted. Almost all of his past self was removed from him. Bigray had begun to teach him the darker aspects of magic. Forming him to replace himself one day as a counsel member of the Black Rose. Drumagth had spent the rest of his youth mastering his magical abilities, and becoming well respected among his father's Order. Drumagth awoken inside his lair at the tomb of horrors. The dream that had pestered him since he had taken his father's place in the order. He stretched and let loose a small but of his green fire on himself to warm himself up. Slowly moving out of the rather large tomb that he had picked to sleep in, "Bigray, awaken!" The undead form of his father flew down from his resting place on top of the tomb. As he landed in the raspy voice of the a undead, "What is it my lord?" Ignoring the bow and striding past him, "Prepare the necromancers for my withdrawal." Bigray nodded then left without a word. The Order of the Black Rose was holding a meeting later that day to see if we should retake the frozen wastes. Drumagth thought it was a waste of time, but he planned on influence the Order's next choice of action. He stopped his stride at the hill that looks over his lands. A bellow from Bigray let him know that everything was fine. Stretching out his wings and throwing his monstrous head up he left out a roar then took flight. Bigray followed along with a fee other dragons under his command. Some of them actually still living instead of being undead. They flew south to the shrine of curses, were the Order has its meetings. Holdings (If needed. First come first serve)- the tomb of horrors, whisperwood, withering jungle, and Caer Ebringor Current location- The shrine of curses. Allegiance- Order of the Black Rose, more loyal to himself though. Other- in honor of the old fool

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