An Urgent Declaration

[Temp 2006]

Notices are pinned about Kaldonia and messages are sent to each head of house. Within the hour, scrolls are sent to the opposing nations, without bias.

People of every race, gender, size and perspective.
We, The Imperium of Man, have come across a temporary answer to the poison that sets itself within your veins. Yes, the Stouts did come across this cure but unlike the stouts, we are not a people of greed. We will not use this as a method to assault weakened men and we WILL NOT attempt profit from the death of all.

Should you have the means to produce alchemical goods, you will need the following:

1 unit of Fertilizer (Bonemeal)

1 Carrot

1 Tippens Root (Dead bush)

1 Carrot of golden complexion (Golden Carrot)

1 feather of a chicken

1 large bucket of milk

1 egg

1 vial of plagued blood. (Diseased flesh)

As.. putrid as this is, the cure is temporary but, it is a cure none the less.

 

The precise method of producing the cure, I leave to you.

Creator guide.
Creator Bless.

May you recover from these putrid times.

[bungo 3965]

Yuri takes a swig of the cure, the big-nosed dwarves can no longer use it to their advantage.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"The imperium has proved to the world they are better people than the dwarves today, and have overcome greed." A guard of Haelun'or says grimly.

[- Pastry 931]

"The Valah have flown their true colors once more... If this cure does not work, I suppose my beaming pride for my human compatriots will have to do..."

 

Ikur gives a curt nod of approval.

[Abeam 511]

Randall Maplewood assists in the giving out of the cure within the quarantine zone, aiding in the end of this foul plague.

 

"Feels good tah' beh' doin' somethin' noice' an' 'elpin' thah' people!"

[Servant of St. Owyn 384]

*Men sent up at the Church of Kaldonia, offering out free vials of the cure

[3Pac 104]

Dion stands next to Temp in the lab, watching him work. He notices Temp's eyes widen as he holds up a deep, blue solution. He chugs down the concoction, wiping his mouth and immediately feeling better. He raises his arms in excitement, "You really are a genius, Sir Temp!"

[Pureimp10 5691]

Ronald stands in Vekaro, proud to be serving a generous and honorable nation. He takes the scroll to Decterum Marshal Ser Abner Rahl, so that he can begin brewing the potions for the citizens of Vekaro.

 

Ave Oren, Ave Chivay.

[DelaneyG 1279]

Arthal Lowedge smiles under his mask as he hears the news.

He will no longer be the only healthy man in Kaldonia.

[Zebanamana 410]

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[Servant of St. Owyn 384]

The Kaldonia Church bustles with activity as Soldiers hand out free cures to everyone who comes by. Town criers are spread out through Oren lands shouting of the free Cures. 

[ARCHITECUS 4788]

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Guy sees the poster while on a sweep in Kaldonia. He immediately sprints back to Camp Bungo, looking for Prince Bob. He barges into the man's house as he is in the middle of a passionate session with Constance Briarwood.

 

"Bob! Why have we been killing people instead of giving them this cure? Is there some kind of conspiracy, Bob?"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Soon enough, the list of ingredients reaches the elves. Elorna reads it over, wiping exhaustion from her eyes. "Aspects bless them..." she mutters into her mask. With livened step she goes to the quarantine and infirmary area at the back of the city and scrawls the ingredients in large letters upon the walls of the research room, then goes about hurriedly finding all the supplies the healers will need.

[Archbishop 1784]

Somewhere in the wilds a lone kharajyr finds out the list of ingrediants needed for the cure. He rushes back to the high elves and the kharajyr camp. As he hastly begins to make the cure.

[RSG 9]

"Salioth's Whisper" catches wind of the message, with a deep sigh he looks down onto the grave of the father and daughter just covered up.

The warm winds in the dead lands blow through his dark leather trench coat only for a moment to reveal the amount of daggers that had been hidden under them.

Taking the flyer that Icerit had given him, he glances over it through the goggles of his plaguemask, taking a deep breath he nods slightly bevore looking down to the grave again.

 

"You were just a tad too late.."

 

He mutters towards himself, with a sigh he glances around the barren wasteland of corruption that spreads to where the eyes could see, bevore looking back at the palistine wall of Kaphro, his eyes still on the note he calls out "Open the gates!" with a muffled voice.

when there is no reply, he clutches the flyer in his hand, slowly wandering off to the forests again with the words.

"Now the killing can be stopped... no more need to kill the infected..  for where there is Turmoil, we are uncaring... for where there is death, we are unyielding.. for where there is Opportunity, we are unflinching.."

 

After a moment wandering over the paved road, he finds himself splatting a bug, as he enters the fresh and lush green area realizing, he had been talking to himself all along.