Tattered Papers Fly on the Winds

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Bael returns from his hunt to his house in Kal'Dwain. As usual, his son Adarl sits at the table sewing bandages together from various pieces of cloth Bael has scattered around his house.

"Ou meh boi, meat is off limits."

Adarl can hardly get a word off as Bael exists the house again, this time with sheets of papyrus and some homemade charcoal. He returns in several days, trickles of dry blood run down his right arm and he is severely bruised and his armor scratched and dented.

"Dis meh boy, is w'y we cannae eat meat 'nymore."

Bael shows his son some sketches.

Bael spends the next few days making copies of his sketches on various sheets of paper and posts them on the Kal'Dwain notice board, before heading out and doing the same in Kal'Anart, Kal'Alras and Aeroch Nor. He scatters the remaining into the wind. Each note is marked with a warning: "DO NOT EAT." The message is simple enough to get the point across.

"Sumthin' fell is comin' tu Asulon."

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

"Yer Holiness, I 'ave urgent news that I suggest ye look over..."

Looking up from his desk in the depths of the Clergy's temporary Temple while Mount Ire was being worked on, the aging Holy Lord noticed his Steward, the Grandaxe, Rogan, standing at the door, letter in hand. Waving him over with a flick of his hand and a weary smile, Kazraden took the letter from him and picked up his monocle from his desk, reading the letter over slowly. Frowning slightly, the old Dwarf set the notice down, shaking his head and removing the monecle perched upon his eye. His Steward noticed the distress and spoke, concerned, "Are ye alright, Sir? What's the news, I was only told it be urgent." Kazraden nodded slowly, and replayed, his voice weary, "Aye, it most certainly is, it seems another plague is on teh rise, this is only one o' many reports about rotten food an' plants... I must begin a Rite of Cleansing and Healing over Khaz'Mordakhan right away, send meh Prophet Almora, this is a problem fer Anbella most of all..." Rogan nodded slowly and went off to fetch the Prophet as ordered. Picking up his staff, the High-Prophet stumped after his Steward to prepare the Rites and Rune Wards that must be set up.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.