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The Blooming Wound
"All things wilt. All things bloom again."
"All things wilt. All things bloom again."
"We do not flee the rot.
We kneel before it."
We kneel before it."
There is a wound in the heart of the Wyrmwound, a garden that should not exist.
They call it The Blooming Wound, and its breath smells of rust, spores, and prayer.
It began with two dragons.
Madena, a Fae born from plague rot and stubborn will, and Khucho, a wandering Guardian seeking purpose in the wastes.
She found him on the edge of death, his scales blistered and his spirit hollow. Where others might have turned away, she leaned close and whispered her truth:
"You are not dying. You are changing."
The infection that should have claimed him instead gentled.
His pain became fever, his fever became clarity.
And when the rot bloomed from his wounds, it flowered, soft, glowing, alive.
Together they built a sanctuary for those who understand that the Plaguebringer’s gift is not death, but evolution.
Their followers call her the Matron of Spores, and him the Keeper of the Bloom.
Here, within caverns of bone and moss, decay is not feared but revered.
Fungi crawl across the walls like stained glass veins.
The air hums with the spores of transformation. Dragons come broken, poisoned, or forgotten, and they are remade.
They call the process The Gentle Infection.
A communion between rot and rebirth.
A surrender to the cycle of unmaking and renewal.
Some leave renewed and whole; others stay forever, joining the mycelial chorus beneath the soil.
Madena teaches that all life is a wound that flowers.
Her disciples tend to the dead and dying, cultivate gardens of carrion, and record their mutations with reverent care.
Each bloom that rises from decay is a hymn, each breath of infection a blessing.
To outsiders, The Blooming Wound is a horror, a plague-ridden cult of rot-worshipers.
To those within, it is a home, warm and alive with whispers of the Plaguebringer’s grace.
"Do not flee the rot," she says. "Kneel before it. Let it teach you how to grow."
Clan Ideals
- Decay is Divine: Nothing truly dies; it simply transforms.
- Pain is Purpose: Every infection, every scar is a lesson from the Plaguebringer.
- The Gentle Infection: Healing through acceptance, not resistance.
- The Bloom Must Feed: Death nurtures life; all things return to the soil.
Territory
Nestled near the Wyrmwound’s crimson rivers, The Blooming Wound’s lair sprawls within the husk of an ancient beast. Its ribcage forms the central hall, its bones entwined with moss and flowering fungi.
Crimson spores drift in the air like lanterns, glowing faintly through the endless twilight.
Reputation
Outsiders whisper of dragons who vanish into the Plague lands and never return, their names blooming later in the soil as new fungi.
Others seek The Blooming Wound willingly, alchemists, zealots, and the broken-hearted, each hoping to find meaning in the infection that remakes them.
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Date Joined
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Nov 11, 2025
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