I had a horrifying lore idea for Soaring. So Petroleum Oil is made from the carbon remains of plants and invertebrates from back when the earth was mostly tropical swamps. In Soaring all living things have some kind of uncanny magical ability, but only the Tannin so far have been stated to have the trait where they release all their elemental energy as an explosion upon natural death. For most creatures I imagine their magic slowly denatures form it's specific form into a natural magical ambience which is redistributed into the environment gradually.
What would happen if all that magic got trapped for a long period of time with nowhere to go and unable to denature into the ambient magic of the environment but corrupts over time creating a chaotic viscous pool of wild magic that can infect flesh and turn a creature's own magical nature against them causing wild mutations?
This creature used to be one of the Teostani Dragons of the deep earth who probably dug into a pocket of ground oil and was infected and left isolated by his companions as he mutated into something horrifying. At this point he might not even recognize friend or family as his mind has been warped like his body.















