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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine morning in the farmlands to the west of Firmament as several wagons ply along a dirt road in the direction of a small hamlet not too far from the sea. Although there are neither beasts of burden nor any visible runes on the wheels, they move at an impressive pace - a closer look will reveal that each of them is powered by some sort of Creator artefact, no doubt courtesy of the Church. |
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| + | It doesn't take long before the train closes in on its destination, passing by farmhands toiling in the fields at spring planting. Most of them are hard at work, although some look distinctly worried, even if they carry no weapons on their person. There are also fewer of them about than one would expect of the season, considering the gruelling nature of the work. | ||
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| + | Eventually, though, the wagons roll to a stop on the outskirts of the hamlet, and the priests urge the hired hands to start unloading. "Come on!" a small-clanned mouse in priestly robes urges, waving a paw. "There are sick folk here! I expect you to take all precautions not to catch it, whatever it is - don't want to spread it back to Firmament! Remind me to spray you down before you leave!"<br> <br>Jera is looking well over the horizon, honestly looking a little bit disappointed as the ride ended. He is no stranger to long journeys. The kit fox has his cloak drawn around him much more closely than usual, trying to keep his glowing markings hidden. He steps off quietly from his wagon and stretches.<br> <br>As the wagon bounces about upon the road, a lion sleeps soundly within a wonderfully covered environment. His body rests gently upon a rather large travel pack of sorts standing right next to his standard tower shield only a few feet away. Perhaps the lion got caught right when he was returning from his trip! Hearing a priest shout out, Dio lets out a yawn and rubs at his eyes. "Oh... 'ere already?" He says in a groggy fashion, but soon quickly springs to his feet. "Let's get goin' then!" Such an immediate surge of energy! Finding a box of supplies, he takes some and starts helping with the unloading process.<br> <br>Selena blinks somewhat surprisedly at Dio's sudden energy - the wolfess having been watching the scenery quietly throughout the trip without much fuss, furrowing her eyebrows a little. While physical labor certainly isn't the wolfess's forte, she does as she can to assist the other beings. "I'm curious what you all make of this. When was the last major outbreak of disease out this way, anyway?" she queries, looking over to Jera and Dio. "It can't have been since I arrived in Firmament at least."<br> <br>Jendayi, in all her massive sphinx-y glory, steps off the wagon, clad in her leather armor and carrying her various artifacts, more mundane tools lined up on her pack and rope belt. She has some torn cloth tied over her mouth like a really terrible and useless dust mask, but that doesn't stop her from being convinced it'll keep her safe. "I am of impenetrable endurance, small friend, do not worry. I will help CRUSH this ailment beneath the feet of our medicines. I do not believe my Sacred Doctor is enough to cure the disease outright, though perhaps it will at least treat some of the more painful aspects of this malady. We... DO know what the symptoms are, yes?" She gives the tool a gentle pat and moves to assist with the unloading.<br> <br>As the group helps unload the medical supplies and devices, getting ready to enter the village proper, two beings leave one of the homesteads near the hamlet's town square. They're clad in strange attire - one might recognise as such from the First Text of doctors who treat particularly virulent diseases. Beaked masks obscure much of their faces, through which they peer out via glass-covered eyeholes, and large volumnous robes obscure much detail of their appearance - a fragrant scent floats toward the party via a spring breeze, reminding one of medicinal herbs, perhaps stuffed in the mask's beak. | ||
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| + | The two of them are carrying a dead body between them, and lower it with utmost care and respect on a handcart which already countains a couple of others who seem quite pale and unmoving. Yep, dead. | ||
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| + | "It's sad," one of them says. "So much pain and suffering." | ||
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| + | "We do what we can." | ||
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| + | The townsfolk around to witness the scene don't look particularly intimidated or even surprised at it all, but perk up as the supplies begin to filter into the town square, carried in by the Church and freeswords.<br> <br>A handful of the doctors proceed along with their duties, apparently having a small greet as they point towards houses that have already been attended to, and break away to move towards another set, one of them shaking their head at the bodies in passing. One group pop into the building to check on the interior, while the other stops outside the house, cracking the door as one of the doctors makes an after you gesture, allowing one to enter and check while the other adjusts the sloppy cross.<br> <br>Jera watches from the back of the group. His bow kept at the side under his cloak, glad that he made the upgrade to allow his bow to bend in half so he can keep it fully hidden. It doesn't help that he seems a bit afraid of the disease in general...shivers tingling up his spine.<br> <br>"This place is always gettin' sick," Dio claims while he settles down a box of medical supplies. After dusting off his hands, he returns to the wagon to better follow up with Selena's question. "At least, that's what I've 'eard. Might be somethin' to do with all the rain an' stuff, but who knows? Suppose this is the least we can do." Reaching into his travel pack, the lion pulls out his bag of soul gems and deposits it into his coat pocket, but not before swapping out his soul gems for something more suited for medicine and such. While he waits for the new information to flow within his mind, he takes another box of supplies and heads back, idly eyeing the unfortunate environment.<br> <br>Selena looks down solemnly for a few moments in silence, respect for the dead beings paid before she gets moving again, looking over the beings with a sorrowful expression, peering closely at the plague doctors as they pass. "I have a bad feeling about this." She mutters to herself, swallowing a little and ushering one of the healthy-looking beings over - one that is not wearing a plague doctor's uniform. "Excuse me, could you tell us anything about what's been happening here?" She calls, nodding politely to any of the plague doctors - "I don't mean to be rude, but I would like to hear from the residents what happened here as well." She explains, moving over to Dio and murmuring something to the lion - then to Jendayi and doing the same. "That doesn't surprise me, Dio, but if this place is 'always getting so sick a lot of people die off', then nobody would live here." She replies. "I mean serious outbreaks like this, not a cold."<br> <br>Jendayi stares at the doctors as they go about their business. Those horrible, horrible masks. She knows what they're supposed to represent, appreciates it and what they do, but even as a priest she can't appreciate that uncanny valley feeling that mask absolutely drips of. Beneath her strip of cloth she offers a sheepish smile and is very glad it is invisible to them considering its uncertain nature. It quickly shifts to a deep, deep frown when she sees the dead, though. "It has claimed lives already...? I weep for our lack of previous haste. And knowledge, for that matter..." She makes sure that cloth is tight against her mouth before she crosses her arms. Questions begin brewing in her mind, and anyone who looks in her eyes can see cogs turning. When Selena speaks to her, those eyes go as dark as stormclouds, though she quickly composes herself. Her attentions fall entirely on the being Selena addresses, though she says nothing to him, allowing her expression to state her curiosities for her. | ||
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Log
A fine morning in the farmlands to the west of Firmament as several wagons ply along a dirt road in the direction of a small hamlet not too far from the sea. Although there are neither beasts of burden nor any visible runes on the wheels, they move at an impressive pace - a closer look will reveal that each of them is powered by some sort of Creator artefact, no doubt courtesy of the Church.
It doesn't take long before the train closes in on its destination, passing by farmhands toiling in the fields at spring planting. Most of them are hard at work, although some look distinctly worried, even if they carry no weapons on their person. There are also fewer of them about than one would expect of the season, considering the gruelling nature of the work.
Eventually, though, the wagons roll to a stop on the outskirts of the hamlet, and the priests urge the hired hands to start unloading. "Come on!" a small-clanned mouse in priestly robes urges, waving a paw. "There are sick folk here! I expect you to take all precautions not to catch it, whatever it is - don't want to spread it back to Firmament! Remind me to spray you down before you leave!"
Jera is looking well over the horizon, honestly looking a little bit disappointed as the ride ended. He is no stranger to long journeys. The kit fox has his cloak drawn around him much more closely than usual, trying to keep his glowing markings hidden. He steps off quietly from his wagon and stretches.
As the wagon bounces about upon the road, a lion sleeps soundly within a wonderfully covered environment. His body rests gently upon a rather large travel pack of sorts standing right next to his standard tower shield only a few feet away. Perhaps the lion got caught right when he was returning from his trip! Hearing a priest shout out, Dio lets out a yawn and rubs at his eyes. "Oh... 'ere already?" He says in a groggy fashion, but soon quickly springs to his feet. "Let's get goin' then!" Such an immediate surge of energy! Finding a box of supplies, he takes some and starts helping with the unloading process.
Selena blinks somewhat surprisedly at Dio's sudden energy - the wolfess having been watching the scenery quietly throughout the trip without much fuss, furrowing her eyebrows a little. While physical labor certainly isn't the wolfess's forte, she does as she can to assist the other beings. "I'm curious what you all make of this. When was the last major outbreak of disease out this way, anyway?" she queries, looking over to Jera and Dio. "It can't have been since I arrived in Firmament at least."
Jendayi, in all her massive sphinx-y glory, steps off the wagon, clad in her leather armor and carrying her various artifacts, more mundane tools lined up on her pack and rope belt. She has some torn cloth tied over her mouth like a really terrible and useless dust mask, but that doesn't stop her from being convinced it'll keep her safe. "I am of impenetrable endurance, small friend, do not worry. I will help CRUSH this ailment beneath the feet of our medicines. I do not believe my Sacred Doctor is enough to cure the disease outright, though perhaps it will at least treat some of the more painful aspects of this malady. We... DO know what the symptoms are, yes?" She gives the tool a gentle pat and moves to assist with the unloading.
As the group helps unload the medical supplies and devices, getting ready to enter the village proper, two beings leave one of the homesteads near the hamlet's town square. They're clad in strange attire - one might recognise as such from the First Text of doctors who treat particularly virulent diseases. Beaked masks obscure much of their faces, through which they peer out via glass-covered eyeholes, and large volumnous robes obscure much detail of their appearance - a fragrant scent floats toward the party via a spring breeze, reminding one of medicinal herbs, perhaps stuffed in the mask's beak.
The two of them are carrying a dead body between them, and lower it with utmost care and respect on a handcart which already countains a couple of others who seem quite pale and unmoving. Yep, dead.
"It's sad," one of them says. "So much pain and suffering."
"We do what we can."
The townsfolk around to witness the scene don't look particularly intimidated or even surprised at it all, but perk up as the supplies begin to filter into the town square, carried in by the Church and freeswords.
A handful of the doctors proceed along with their duties, apparently having a small greet as they point towards houses that have already been attended to, and break away to move towards another set, one of them shaking their head at the bodies in passing. One group pop into the building to check on the interior, while the other stops outside the house, cracking the door as one of the doctors makes an after you gesture, allowing one to enter and check while the other adjusts the sloppy cross.
Jera watches from the back of the group. His bow kept at the side under his cloak, glad that he made the upgrade to allow his bow to bend in half so he can keep it fully hidden. It doesn't help that he seems a bit afraid of the disease in general...shivers tingling up his spine.
"This place is always gettin' sick," Dio claims while he settles down a box of medical supplies. After dusting off his hands, he returns to the wagon to better follow up with Selena's question. "At least, that's what I've 'eard. Might be somethin' to do with all the rain an' stuff, but who knows? Suppose this is the least we can do." Reaching into his travel pack, the lion pulls out his bag of soul gems and deposits it into his coat pocket, but not before swapping out his soul gems for something more suited for medicine and such. While he waits for the new information to flow within his mind, he takes another box of supplies and heads back, idly eyeing the unfortunate environment.
Selena looks down solemnly for a few moments in silence, respect for the dead beings paid before she gets moving again, looking over the beings with a sorrowful expression, peering closely at the plague doctors as they pass. "I have a bad feeling about this." She mutters to herself, swallowing a little and ushering one of the healthy-looking beings over - one that is not wearing a plague doctor's uniform. "Excuse me, could you tell us anything about what's been happening here?" She calls, nodding politely to any of the plague doctors - "I don't mean to be rude, but I would like to hear from the residents what happened here as well." She explains, moving over to Dio and murmuring something to the lion - then to Jendayi and doing the same. "That doesn't surprise me, Dio, but if this place is 'always getting so sick a lot of people die off', then nobody would live here." She replies. "I mean serious outbreaks like this, not a cold."
Jendayi stares at the doctors as they go about their business. Those horrible, horrible masks. She knows what they're supposed to represent, appreciates it and what they do, but even as a priest she can't appreciate that uncanny valley feeling that mask absolutely drips of. Beneath her strip of cloth she offers a sheepish smile and is very glad it is invisible to them considering its uncertain nature. It quickly shifts to a deep, deep frown when she sees the dead, though. "It has claimed lives already...? I weep for our lack of previous haste. And knowledge, for that matter..." She makes sure that cloth is tight against her mouth before she crosses her arms. Questions begin brewing in her mind, and anyone who looks in her eyes can see cogs turning. When Selena speaks to her, those eyes go as dark as stormclouds, though she quickly composes herself. Her attentions fall entirely on the being Selena addresses, though she says nothing to him, allowing her expression to state her curiosities for her.
