"Plague?" Amos asked inquisitively, his lips thinning for a brief moment. "I don't have any experi-"
His words were cut off as the Professor waved her hand, nodding her head at the same time. "I know I know my boy, but this plague is rather unique. It seems to be magical in nature."
A frown touched his lips for a brief moment. Magical plagues weren't exactly unheard of. They happened with relative frequency, though generally speaking not in Anirian territory. Most things of such nature came from Necromancers, or some other practitioner of the darker arts, people who most often did not wish to run afoul of Dreadlords.
So why was this one here? Even with recent troubles, there were more than enough Dreadlords.
"But, Professor, why would you come to m-" Cut off once more, the Professor supplied him with an answer.
"Because my boy!" She continued. "It seems to act like most other sort of plague; Cough, fever, pustules of black marks. But interestingly enough, these pustules seem to be epicenters not for the disease...but Magic!
Epiri - Eastern Anirian Territory
That was how Amos found himself in the Anirian town of Epiri.
One of four villages currently infected with what the locals called; 'Blackrot'. It, as far as most people knew, was the epicenter of the plague. Where it had all begun. The population within a matter of weeks had been reduced from just over a thousand to nearly half that number. The strange disease wracking through the town and leaving it feeling empty and barren.
So far the plague had not spread, thanks mostly to a quarantine set up around the area. Watched over by the Guard of course, as well as several Dreadlord Initiates. Apparently real Dreadlords being far too important to be assigned to maintain a simple quarantine.
Amos himself was in what had once been the Town Hall of Epiri, but now served as a medical ward, coordination center, and military headquarters. A combination of things that had caused more than a few scraped elbows and nasty words. He had arrived that morning and had immediately been thrust into the thick of things.
Apparently treating the disease was going nowhere, what townspeople remained were ready to riot, and the Guard thought all of this was some form of attack.
A mess, if Amos had ever seen one, not that any of it was his to worry about save the first.
"Would someone mind escorting me into town?" Amos said as he stepped into the main lobby of the town hall, noting that there were several Guardsmen, Initiates, and other figures there. Probably either waiting for orders or simply trying to get away from the more chaotic main lobby where those in charge were still arguing. "I'd go alone, but I'm afraid I need someone to carry my supplies."
He said with a gesture towards a small box which sat on the corner behind him, a gentle cough racking his chest.
His words were cut off as the Professor waved her hand, nodding her head at the same time. "I know I know my boy, but this plague is rather unique. It seems to be magical in nature."
A frown touched his lips for a brief moment. Magical plagues weren't exactly unheard of. They happened with relative frequency, though generally speaking not in Anirian territory. Most things of such nature came from Necromancers, or some other practitioner of the darker arts, people who most often did not wish to run afoul of Dreadlords.
So why was this one here? Even with recent troubles, there were more than enough Dreadlords.
"But, Professor, why would you come to m-" Cut off once more, the Professor supplied him with an answer.
"Because my boy!" She continued. "It seems to act like most other sort of plague; Cough, fever, pustules of black marks. But interestingly enough, these pustules seem to be epicenters not for the disease...but Magic!
Epiri - Eastern Anirian Territory
That was how Amos found himself in the Anirian town of Epiri.
One of four villages currently infected with what the locals called; 'Blackrot'. It, as far as most people knew, was the epicenter of the plague. Where it had all begun. The population within a matter of weeks had been reduced from just over a thousand to nearly half that number. The strange disease wracking through the town and leaving it feeling empty and barren.
So far the plague had not spread, thanks mostly to a quarantine set up around the area. Watched over by the Guard of course, as well as several Dreadlord Initiates. Apparently real Dreadlords being far too important to be assigned to maintain a simple quarantine.
Amos himself was in what had once been the Town Hall of Epiri, but now served as a medical ward, coordination center, and military headquarters. A combination of things that had caused more than a few scraped elbows and nasty words. He had arrived that morning and had immediately been thrust into the thick of things.
Apparently treating the disease was going nowhere, what townspeople remained were ready to riot, and the Guard thought all of this was some form of attack.
A mess, if Amos had ever seen one, not that any of it was his to worry about save the first.
"Would someone mind escorting me into town?" Amos said as he stepped into the main lobby of the town hall, noting that there were several Guardsmen, Initiates, and other figures there. Probably either waiting for orders or simply trying to get away from the more chaotic main lobby where those in charge were still arguing. "I'd go alone, but I'm afraid I need someone to carry my supplies."
He said with a gesture towards a small box which sat on the corner behind him, a gentle cough racking his chest.
