Blightbringer supporting Legion forces in an attack
Shrouded by a cloud of perpetual ash and blight, the Blightbringer burns with an inner fire like that of the dragons themselves. Powerful warping energies rise from the dragonspawn’s gaping maw, bringing with them a stench beyond sulfur and decay. The servants of Everblight revel in these emissions, unaffected by the withering miasma that chokes all breath from the living. The creature’s deep bellow carries for miles like a great ancient horn sounding out the coming of doom. With oversized forelegs, it drags its huge form across the battlefield, leaving a winding gouge in the earth to mark its passing.[1]
The blightbringer’s massive limbs strike beast and machine with equal alacrity, and the spawn uses its tremendous weight to lend force to its impaling blows and to punch through even the toughest scale and armor. Those enemies who find themselves still suffocating on ashes after the blightbringer’s passing are quickly dispatched with a flick of its venom-coated barbed tail. Attempts by the opposition to halt the gargantuan beast’s advance are typically met with decided failure. Hails of enemy gunfire disappear in the billowing ash surrounding the creature, and its overwhelming emissions smother the talents of enemy spellcasters. The runes of their spells blaze briefly before fading, as if their power were siphoned away by the blight itself. So hot are the fires burning within the blightbringer’s frame that the very blood pumping through its veins remains at a perpetual boil. Those who fight their way through the smog swirling about the gargantuan to strike it are scalded by steaming ichor spraying in great gouts from the beast’s wounds.[1]
From a distance, ash expelled from the blightbringer’s body appears as a roiling wall of grey cloud sweeping across the landscape, veiling the shifting shadows of a thousand unknown nightmares within. Thus concealed from sight, the forces of Everblight’s legion sweep across western Immoren like a plague. Lush forests and golden fields are blanketed in charcoal-grey dust as once-beautiful vistas are left stifled and devitalized by the concentrated blight. Skies are blackened and streams are tainted, and for days after the blightbringer’s passage, animals not quick enough to have fled may be found changed in horrific ways, become malevolent and vicious. For creatures already blighted, this corrupt energy strengthens muscle and bolsters bone and scales to further perfect Everblight’s improvements over nature.[1]
Not since the birth of the archangel has Everblight created such a significant instrument of war. The blightbringer is the flame around which the Legion gathers, while the empires of men and dragons tremble at their approach.[1]