Little Plague

My Story Is...

From the murky unclean carcass of a young being, surrounded by others, on the banks of the Thames. The black plague had licked the country bare, without a single speck of hope. From the pits of bodies, a little timid creature arises. A creature with a cloak and an intention.

My Appearance

Something vaugely similar to both a lion and a gazelle. A long black feathered cloak drapes over the fron of it’s body, with ivory horns, about twice size of your hand. A mask like face with little white dots for eyes. Despite this pretty scary appearance, it’s gentle and timid.


A small bone, that when thrown into the air, can summon Little Plague. It’s given to those it trusts.


I Believe...

Someone is not always the same on the inside