Plague, Mistress of Disease, Poison, and Sickness, Scrouge Goddess 

Born to the world of Pria a beautiful little girl, Plague was once 
as normal as anyone. In fact, other than her outstanding beauty, she 
seemed to possess nothing else that would indicate a particular talent.
She didn't seem especially blessed by the gods, but then, in those 
days the gods were pretty much off away from the human populations. 

When she was 12 years old, Plague, then known as Sarah, was away 
taking fresh baked breads and cakes to a nearby village. Returning 
home, she was horrified to discover that everyone she had left behind 
was sick and dying, or already dead. 

She did her best to nurse them and make them all comfortable. It was 
difficult for her since her own parents were among the newly dead, 
along with her only brother and sister. Working hard, she made many 
a villager comfortable before they met death. 

Within two days of her return, all those she had loved and known were 
dead. She herself showed no signs of illness, merely exhaustion, so 
she gathered what little she could into a cart, hitched up her 
family's only horse, tied the cow to the back and set off for the next
village to try to make a new life. 

Reaching the village she found work quickly with the baker there, but 
within a few short days she was horrified to hear the news that the 
sickness had not only claimed her own village, but also the village 
to which she had traveled. 

Frightened now, Sarah kept to herself wondering if she might in fact 
be the link to the two problems. The fates frowned upon her as shortly
thereafter the people of this new village began to sicken and to die. 
Instead of playing nurse however, Sarah ran from the village
taking what little she owned and kept running. 

It was several years before her fate caught up with her,and by then 
she had been responsible for the destruction of no less than 30 
villages, and no one could ever count the death toll. The numbers 
must have been staggering. When someone who had managed to escape 
from at least three of the affected villages noticed that Sarah was 
also there, they began to put the pieces of this trail of terror 
together. 

The frightened villagers quickly became an angry mob. They took Sarah 
and burning her hair to her scalp, they decided to brand her so that 
no one would ever take her in again. They burned hideous scars onto 
her face and arms and upper chest. Then, unhappy that she had lived 
through such a treatment, they took a cake knife from her bakery and 
tore out her heart. 

Satyr arrived too late to save the mortal life of this young girl, 
but he did hear her dying curses for this village and those who had 
caused this to happen to her. He elevated her to godhood, restored 
her lovely dark long hair, and partially restored her face, but not 
quite. The one thing he made certain never to restore was her mortal 
heart. Instead, he replaced it with a blackened coal from the fire 
that had destroyed her beauty to remind her never to trust humans 
again, or to have feelings of compassion. 

Thus, was born Plague, Mistress of Disease, Poison, and Sickness. Her 
first act as a goddess was to inflict all those responsible for her 
mortal death with a horrible mutating disease they came to call 
leprosy. This was a disease that wasted them with open running sores 
causing limbs to fall off in their wake. And to increase their torment
she made certain that the could not die from the illness at all, nor 
could they take their own lives. Rather they had to live to an old age. 

Her still hideous countenance places her at odds with Lady Magic who 
she considers to be beautiful above all other goddesses. She also 
despises the Lady Wanonanon, who is an incredibly beautiful fairy 
dragon. Both of these goddesses must watch themselves for the
wraith of Plague.