For some time, Elbion was stuffed with smelly meat bags from foreign lands. Applicants flooded in for a chance of entering the college. Predatory merchants from around the region – and some from foreign lands – brought “magical” goods to make a quick few pounds of gold. Many of the incoming beings were unwashed and created a bad air. Their beasts of burden left filth everywhere along the roads. What food a merchant could not sell rotted on the stands.
Eventually just as what happened in previous years, failed applicants began to leave the city. Merchants trickled out of the city and onto the next opportunity. Yet the mess they created remained.
Soon after the application frenzy ended, the seeds of plague took root quickly. As it always had, and as it likely always will be. A cough could always be heard somewhere in the city. Apothecaries took to the streets to replace the foreign merchants. Now instead of fake magical artifacts, the scam of the month was fake medicinal remedies.
Kara roamed the streets. It was high noon. She wore a cloth around her mouth and nose with a rune painted on it. Her hair was tied back into a low ponytail. She seemed to be heading back to the College of Elbion from the Port District.
Yet, Kara stopped before an alleyway. She heard something and turned toward the sound. She saw a hooded man hunched over and moaning in pain. She took a step toward the man.
“Hey, you,” she said to him.
The man turned to Kara.
The man reached out to Kara and begged, “Help… me…”
Others such as this man dotted the city – each being a sign that the worst disease the city had seen in its history has arrived…