Contagion

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Name: unknown

Class 1: Scholar, Occult
Class 2: Shadow Priest

Race: Human

Subrace: Doppleganger

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A contagion... yes... thats what it was... the red mist... the wrath of the gods that destroyed his world. An entire continent consumed by a mutagenic plague in under a week. Who was he though? A mere survivor? no... he was something else.

"Huh? why am I wearing robes... and whats this, a book?"

The title of the book was written in a script that seemed alien to you at first but quickly it made sense.

"Liber est Umbrae Caerimonia what the hell is this?"

Inside the tome he finds a picture of himself and many young women dressed in similar garb. All standing in front of a black cathedral with red stained glass windows. A sharp pain arcs through the young man's head... yes he was young wasn't he? A flood of shattered memories came back to him. hours of long study, his friends Lenne and Mary, how he was riddiculed for joining the temple... THE TEMPLE! he was a priest, the man remembered- a priest to the shadow goddess Tryste! Sermons, psalms, and texts came flooding back in bits and pieces to the boy. he shouted in pain and clutched his head- inside a voice called to him

ah yes... it seems we are treading where we should not... forget the past boy... you no longer have or have need for one...

ugh- we? who the hell are you? show yourself!

The boy tossed nearby rock and sticks into the bushes. he nearly had a heart attack when the stick in his hand burst into black flames
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This young man is one of the last of his kind- his home of Wyven was ravaged by a strange mutagenic plague that turned all who were exposed to it into terrible monsters. In essence it was his people's apocalypse- the terrestrial gods of their people were waging war among one another and the terrible magics woven in that conflict reacted to produce this super plague. now due to how contagious it was not a soul went uninfected. unfortunately the medicine of his home country was not but midievil level and as such- the idea of an airborne pathogen and carriers were a mystery to them. This boy is a carrier of the magical plague- oddly enough the terrible thing does not harm him or mutate him into a grotesque husk of a human- but rather it has some sort of sentience- feminine at that- that protects the lad and more or less uses him as it's puppet.

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