TOP SECRET
Mission classification: A
Agents assigned: Top-Ranking Dreadlord initiates & one over-seeer
Location: Vel'Tyrus
Urgency: High
Log #59: Reports of citizens in severe distress. Illness is reported to involve vomiting, severe fatigue, boils, blackened skin. Cause unknown. Initial studies conclude it is not infectious and is believed to not be a virus, but a poison.
Log #67: Patients with beforementioned conditions are disappearing. No evidence of bodies.
Log #129: Request for further assistance. Missing now number 529. Sick total 1309.
Log #135: I am the only one left.
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Mission classification: A
Agents assigned: Top-Ranking Dreadlord initiates & one over-seeer
Location: Vel'Tyrus
Urgency: High
Log #59: Reports of citizens in severe distress. Illness is reported to involve vomiting, severe fatigue, boils, blackened skin. Cause unknown. Initial studies conclude it is not infectious and is believed to not be a virus, but a poison.
Log #67: Patients with beforementioned conditions are disappearing. No evidence of bodies.
Log #129: Request for further assistance. Missing now number 529. Sick total 1309.
Log #135: I am the only one left.
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Vel'Tyrus was nothing of note per see. Small in size, it could claim to be a relatively fruitful market town with traders from the East and West. It was also home to a Monolith from the Age of Legends. Nobody of course knew what it did, and many speculated it did nothing at all, but it still drew in scholars and students alike on the regular. Altogether it was a prosperous town and a worthwhile addition to the Anirian Empire. But its wealth was not the only reason.
Situated off the Northern coast of Cortosi it was also one of the latest claims Vel'Anir had made into the Western territory.
This small, little town that had amounted to nothing had now become a symbol of the future possible war between the ever growing Western Empire ruled by the God-Emperor himself, and the power hungry Anirians. It was only a matter of time until the two forces came to logger heads and both were acquiring as many pawns as possible before the fighting broke up.
But pawns wouldn't be useful if they were abandoned.
"Isn't that right?" Proctor Du'vil had asked rhetorically to the group he had gathered for this mission. He paused in his pacing to comb a hair through luscious blonde locks before turning towards those gathered before him with obvious dislike. "I expect you to deal with the matter before it becomes serious."
The Proctors of course had not told the initiates anything, and Trix doubted Ein had been told anything more either, but she had her own ways of getting to the bottom of secrets. A little bit of Mirthru here and a drop of Bellatine there and she had managed to piece together that this was a much higher issue than anyone wanted to draw attention to. Unfortunately, it had become so bad - she was told - that they couldn't send in the army or they risked alerting Gerra's Empire to the possibility there was a vulnerability in their armour.
Their answer?
Send in the children.
It was hard not to laugh really.
Still, Trix was glad to be out of the Academy and away from the insufferable peers she had to deal with and she was going to discover a new poison. Or something. They had at least told them that they didn't believe it to be a virus and that was why they had selected both a blood mage and a dreadlord practised in the arts of poison to join this little mission. The other two were not the brains, even if one was 'in charge'. No. It was her and Jax who were the real heroes in this story she was sure of it. They would discover what had happened here.
"Spooky," Trix intoned when they crested the final hill at dusk on the fifth day of travel from the Capital. Lit in the pre-dusk light it was hard to tell the city was abandoned from here though they all knew it to be a fact. It would only become more noticeable when it grew dark and the torches weren't lit.
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