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((OOC: This is a follow-up to the Abresi Sewer event that was created and planned by snowshovel and Origin_Lark. It’s a long time coming, but the past while has been quite busy for everyone. Written by TaylorStriffe. Designed by SortedJarhead.))

 

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Lark calls on the skygods to summon more rats. Then realizes we need more skygods.

 

Lark grumbles, "This is wot 'appens when I leave Abresi's guardforce."

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James sighs as he reads over the poster "So what are these symtops then, this poster does not tell us what to look out for. How  can we know who has the symtops or if we have the symtops if we don't know what they are?"

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As James sighs, a diseased hobo runs through Abresi, covered in rat bites and boils. He eyes are wild..yet vacant.

He pounces on an elven woman and begins biting at her arm, but does no damage as he has no teeth. The guard quickly

carries him off to Abner.

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((Symptoms were stated in an earlier post, but I'll list them again here.

  • Discoloration of the skin (Greenish).
  • Bloodshot and saggy eyes.
  • Increased hostility and paranoia.
  • Vomiting.
  • Headaches.
  • Varying cases of amnesia.

Sort of like zombies.))

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Ailred Ruthern sits within the walls of Cavan, looking up from his

desk as a messenger enters his office.He reads over the text quickly before dipping his quill in ink, writing a reply to soon  be told to those of Oren.

 

Any corpses found dead due to the plague must be properly relocated out of whatever populated area discovered at, and burned in a ditch to stop the spreading of this great illness.

 

-Lord Marshal Ailred Ruthern

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Ed shoots damon down with his crossbow "MUTANT"

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*Ser Rosencrantz places into his face a peculiar mechanism along with a rig on his back similar to some form of Asulonian Havok breathing contraption. Slapping on some gloves he pulls them down tight down his arm releasing it to make a smacking sound.*

"Battle Brothahs we must purge the heresy that is this plague, The Creator demands it! Grab your torches, your shovels, and your rat stabbing blades. We can not let this disease leave the city. For we are the Lucienists and we do not practice medicine!"

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*Ser Rosencrantz places into his face a peculiar mechanism along with a rig on his back similar to some form of Asulonian Havok breathing contraption. Slapping on some gloves he pulls them down tight down his arm releasing it to make a smacking sound.*

"Battle Brothahs we must purge the heresy that is this plague, The Creator demands it! Grab your torches, your shovels, and your rat stabbing blades. We can not let this disease leave the city. For we are the Lucienists and we do not practice medicine!"

"There will will be war on this unholy disease! The creator wills it!"

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A young man looks at the poster and puts on a fancy breathing mask kept in the family since Asulon, when they escaped from Seventis.

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Absolution catches as many rats as he can.

 

He will spend a while studying.

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