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I am from Alras. Da last couple od days, tings have been weird on da farm. Our suger cane has gone bad, our pumpkins, and our wheat. We first started noticin dis when MooMoo, one of our cows, was killed. He had a stench coming out of his utters and purple liquid goozing out. We burned da meat and da carcass. Today, I go to one od da chickens. He smelled horrible. When i gutted him, they were worms and parisites things in 'is stomach. I threw him away to. I dont know what ye going to do about ye cities, but Im tinking we lock Kal'Alras down.Kal'Alras 'as already been infected .No one goes in, no one goes out. Kal'Alras is a sick bay. Have any of ye seen dis to. I am going to talk to da town herbalist Eiricka to work up a cure. We must prepare. If not, we may perish.

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[[ Make a note of where exactly this note is posted, so that people can respond to it in RP. Also, using "da" isn't very common. :3 It is generally "te" or "teh" ]]

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(( I believe this is just the RP way of saying you arn't a high enough level to get the items off the body but we can RP a plague if everyone wants I guess as well =) ))

EDIT-((last plague was fun as well so I hope it is a plague actually lol))

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"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... 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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Almora sits on the edge of her balcony, looking off the mountain when Rogan came from the path near her balcony running.

"Whuts wrung Lad?" He shouts up to her after catching a breath, "Da 'Igh Prophet sends fer yeh! 'E says a plague is upon us! Yer Needed!" Almora nods as she retreats into her chambers, grabbing the golden staff made by a fine dwarven smith she rushes to the Prophet.

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