Matted fur, overgrown claws, a model disciple of contagion.
The plague's caustic embrace is the ultimate reward for our work.
In death, the plague remains for the living.
Even the recluse stands its ground when blessed with the plague.
Its putrid intentions lie bare within its meager remains.
A perilous dance in purifying waters.
The random transmission of plague is often as deadly.
Drawn in by hunger. Rots all in its presence. The hunger remains.
He unearths the corpses, reaps the plague, and grants no quarter.
A road adorned with a tinge of despair. The dream made manifest.
The morning rays obscure destructive intentions.
Plague flows freely within the wastes, bestowing upon visitors a choking breath thick of plague.
Corrupted and inverted through plague rot.
The smallest node within the plague dens. A hostile force in isolation.
Watch your step! The berries here are plump with plague.
Beset by doom, the plague embrace tightens.
A structure with irredeemable history, now beset by plague.
A being of minute stature and great contempt is forged in the ashes of desperate conflict.
A makeshift barrier emanating the plague's approval.
Remorseless hatred radiates from an emaciated husk. Bury at your peril.
The fleet-foot traveler now carries an unyielding burden.
Amongst the rubble lies the presence of something greater. -Raemus's Notes
The rotten husks of plants they feast on are left to fester with plague.
A plague tongue's sickly serenade forewarns his victims.
A two-pronged ritual in protest to sanity.
Sorcerers of foul wind bloom a grand doom horizon.
Once a prosperous grove, which has been beset by the plague's corrupting influence.
The Rat Baron revels in the misfortune he bestows upon others. -Raemus's Notes
Bone-deep resentment lays bare through the abomination's gelatinous flesh.
A horrible night amplified by the plague's curse.
Amidst a desolate sandbar lies a carrion feast. A trifling bounty.
A solemn watcher stands aloft sacred ground.
The hives remain undefiled by the rats, due only to their rotten nature.
Corroding essence, vile demeanor, the matriarch of the plague den. -Amelia's Journal
Dare not flinch at the sight of this pox-marked beast. -Amelia's Journal
The plague rats are drawn to locales steeped in wretched despair.
Reveling in soiled waters. An unlikely plague ointment.
Abandoned and condemned to a vagabond, plague-less existence.
Is there any deed too foul for these beasts? -Raemus's Notes
A secretive aperture of plague oblivion.
Those who dare leave an errant trace of plague welcome death.
A being of pure hatred beacons forth a torrent of rats and plague tendrils.
Critical exposure to the plague's intense symptoms results in a fever of never-ending torment.
Alone stand those who are steadfast in moments of oblivion. -Raemus's Notes
Jungle thick with plague smog, the dread host approaches. -Amelia's Journal
A font of horrors. Gaze deep, and fill the lungs.
A thick plague ichor seeps out of the barren landscape. -Amelia's Journal
A twisted, horrifying grove; the last bastion of the damned.
An unprepared caravan meets plague-hewn deliverance. -Raemus's Notes
A spiteful plague savant who thrives amongst the deceased.
Caring, resilient, vagrant, a friend to all. -Amelia's Journal
Divided by ambition, united by purpose. -Amelia's Journal
Immutable force, abyssal pilgrim, flee or be consumed. -Raemus's Notes
A plague flurry guides the hidden maelstrom.
He feeds on the remnants of the locales he desecrates. The rot legacy continues.
