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<div></div><br> <br>The village was as quiet as ever, a few of the tents that had once held the sick taken down, and packed away... Presumably all the remaining individuals left inside of the healer's building. The light rain filling the streets with mud, and providing a drull atmosphere as inside of the healer's building the Rat is seen working diligently, a box filled with tubes filled with dark black liquid on his desk. His front door is open, providing no impedence for the freeswords, as the majority of the remaining sick appear to be closing in on the doors of their lives themselves, stressing the urgency of the situation. The majority of the sick even appear to be children, making up fifteen of the nineteen remaining patients.<br> <br>Cassidy makes her way through the rain, a black parasol held over her head and hat to ward off the rain. She didn't mind the weather too much, thought the mud was always annoying, so she floated lightly over the ground as she had the day before. As soon as she slips in the door, though, she touches down again and bows. "I have come to help the last, as promised."<br> <br>Approaching the village once more, Thel has again abandoned his coat, scarf still over his face. Didn't learn his lesson then. A shovel is held in one hand, laying over his shoulder. Armed more heavily than last time, no musket, but an axe and sword have been added to his arsenal. Dredging through the mud, whistling the same dreary tune as he had previously. Stepping in through the doors, looking at the rat with the same mistrust he garnered recently, then glancing at the a forementioned door. Thel shrugs, waits to be told what to do.<br> <br>Boxes in each hand, Dio quickly jogs towards the village, eager to escape the rain and the cursed fate of having a water dense mane! But considering the water dripping off his clothes and fur, it was too little too late. Eventually, the lion proceeds into the open building and gives his dripping head a little shake before settling the boxes upon the floor carefully. "Some dullin' potions an' other medical supplies if ya need 'em. I'm also usin' a medical based soul 'gain if ya need any 'elp with anythin'." Curiously, he looks towards the black vials and the remaining patients.<br> <br>Natska makes her way through the warm, muggy rain, silently following Cassidy to the plauge-stricken village. In deferance to her expected work of the night she has added a white cloth mask of her own, covering her muzzle, but enough of her face is visible to tell she has a solemn expression. Inside the doctor's house she steps off to the side of the door, out of the way, and bows.<br> <br>Fenris sits in the healer's house, resting his head for a moment on a table where he has settled for a brief rest after having spent the evening and most of the day scrambling to see to the needs of the few survivors. It had been painful to take down those tents, occupied only by the dead. The tiger only prayed that this cure would work. Seeing the others arrive he rises and adjusts his coat. His golem seems to be gone. Probably off on some errand. The tiger gives a sniff as he looks at the inky jar on the healer's desk.<br> <br>Angus watches the rain drip off the brim of his hat, not minding the weather as he made his way steady towards the village. The rain itself actually calmed him for the most part, letting him focus on the task at hand as he steps into the village. He knew not what Traxico needed of them, but today he was prepared for anything as the butt of his staff thumps against the floor of the house as he walks in and turns to give the rat a nod.<br> <br>The Rat looks up slowly from his spot to view the group that enters, Fenris' remaining presence having aided him some in the tasks, though if the Tiger saw Traxico sleep at all during that time... The Rat's dilligence and determination wearing greatly on him, as those tired eyes appear just a bit more dulled from behind the mask as he takes a slow breath before speaking. "Thank you. I wish I could have not asked for such help, but those that did not go to the swamp the other day took their opportunity to finally leave. I am afraid all that's left of the village, is myself and these remaining." Traxico pushing himself to his feet slowly with a slight groan as he leans on his cane and moves to the bottles of black liquid. "I've made as much as I could, and need able hands to help feed them to the sick... Hopefully, it shall clear the illness in a few hours I pray... Any else who are willing, I have a grim task I wished to not ask, but I've not the strength to aid in burying the bodies but... Respectful burials would be appreciated." The Rat's gaze falling to the floor as he speaks.<br> <br>Cassidy gives a quiet nod to her friends and sets her umbrella aside by the door and reaches up to remove her hat. "I'm willing to help you administer the cure, yes. Though if you would rather have my hands elsewhere, I can do my best to dig, as well. I am not so great at that kind of thing, however."<br> <br>Thelergramor nods. "I'll bury the bodies. I brought a shovel for that, anyway." He gain glances at the door to the other room, curiosity. "But, yes, where are the bodies?" He scratches his bare chest, then puts his hand in a pocket.<br> <br>Dio walks towards the series of vials and casts a curious gaze upon them. He mulls over the liquid within his mind for a few moments and smiles warmly. "I think I see the logic yer gettin' at with this medicine, lad," he claims before pulling back and looking towards the rat. "Usin' negatives to cancel out the disease o' somethin' o' the sort. That's some good thinkin'. I wish ya the best o' luck." After hearing the old man's task, Dio begins heading for the door, but stops at the doorframe to look over his shoulder for a moment. "Very well. We'll get right to it. A bit o' elbow grease an' earth magic an' we'll be givin' those beings the burial they deserve," he says firmly before walking out and preparing to assist in the grave digging.<br> <br>"It will be done," Natska replies, her tone strictly business, and nods her head again. She turns then, and follows Dio back out into the rain, ears folding as she follows the lion's lead on the burial detail.<br> <br>"I have done all I can do here, sir," Fenris says to Traxico, "Your alchemy is flawless and the theory is good. I will leave the living in your hands and help with the dead." He thinks sadly on the rows of dead laid out, waiting to be returned to the dust of Promise. A bitter flashback to old losses. The tiger fetches his broad-brimmed hat and looks out at the rain. "Unless you think I would be any more use here?" he asks wearily, noting the full grave detail and secretly a bit relieved at the idea of avoiding the dead today.<br> <br>Angus gives the rat a solem nod as he looks to those going out for grave detail. "It would be better to burn the bodies, make sure no one ever has to deal with this disease once more." He states quietly. His ears then flick as he turns to the bottles once more. "How do you wish us to distrubt them?"<br> <br>Traxico shakes his head gently, hobbling forward some to pick up a bottle as he looks to Cassidy and Fenris. "You may aid inside if you wish, I've no qualms for more hands... But I will not see these bodies burned. They were friends, and like family to me... I will not desecrate what remains of them should this work." The Rat giving a gentle cough before picking up a bottle of the black liquid. "One to each of the sick, pour it slowly into their mouths, and make sure they swallow. If it looks like they are not swallowing, force them to, or you may accidentally drown them." The Rat nodding gently, before bowing softly to Dio. "Please my friend, between math and force, make thirty-one graves... That should hold all the dead. The bodies, are outside behind the building... The soil should be soft, and give way easily." The Rat nodding solemly before holding the bottle he picked up close, and motions those helping him to begin.<br> <br>Cassidy takes up one of the bottles and moves over towards one of the far patients, leaning over to look down into their face as she pulls the stopper from the 'cure'. "Understood." She slips a hand under the afflicted patient's head, helping to prop them  up a little to ease the passage as she brings the bottle up to slowly administer the mixture.<br> <br>"31? More than my whole village." With that said, Thel heads outside. Making his way behind the building, he looks for a window into the locked room. Arriving with the corpses, the wolf shakes his head, removes his hat, mutters a small prayer, almost a poem, though the pronouns are changed for the large number of corpses: 'No words of love/just light the fire/for those who lie/upon this pyre. For mercy we pray/but for ourselves/not for them/they've left this hell.' While it may not be accurate, 'tis the only prayer the wolf knows. Setting his hat back on his head, he begins digging.<br> <br>"Right then," Dio says as he walks and talks to meet up with the others behind the building. "Let's get started then. Make sure ya space 'em out nice an' even." Running a few calculations within his head, the lion begins digging out a graves within the dirt with a bit of earth magic.<br> <br>Natska follows along, and stops behind the building to eye the pile of bodies. Her ears go even flatter, but she patiently waits for Dio to clear a hole in the ground. One the lion has the first hole completed she gives him a curt nod, then starts carefully moving bodies into their graves. "Keep digging, Dio. Thel, could you fill?"<br> <br>Fenris takes up a bottle of the medicine. "Two poisons to combat another," he says, shaking his head, "With a bit of miracle stirred in, I hope." The tiger imitates Cassidy, carefully lifting the head and neck of one of the afflicted children. He slowly dribbles the serum into the little thing's slack mouth, then closes it and gently strokes their little throat to encourage them to swallow. One. He lays the little head back on its pillow and moves along to the next bed.<br> <br>Angus shrugs his shoulders as he hides his grim frown under the brim of his hat. "It is not desecration, but I will conscede the point." He answers as he picks up one of the vials to do the same with one of the afflicted. He works slowly, making sure the child swallows every drop as he works quietly.<br> <br>Traxico nods gently as the group begins working together, slowly moving himself to the back near the door. "I... I cannot watch my friends burn. I am sorry." His voice low and strained as he pushes open the door to a dark room, and bows his head to the group. "... Give me a moment respite, and I shall join in giving the medicine. I fear I will fall soon if I do not sit... And a miracle is what we need my friend." The door gently closing behind him.  
 
<div></div><br> <br>The village was as quiet as ever, a few of the tents that had once held the sick taken down, and packed away... Presumably all the remaining individuals left inside of the healer's building. The light rain filling the streets with mud, and providing a drull atmosphere as inside of the healer's building the Rat is seen working diligently, a box filled with tubes filled with dark black liquid on his desk. His front door is open, providing no impedence for the freeswords, as the majority of the remaining sick appear to be closing in on the doors of their lives themselves, stressing the urgency of the situation. The majority of the sick even appear to be children, making up fifteen of the nineteen remaining patients.<br> <br>Cassidy makes her way through the rain, a black parasol held over her head and hat to ward off the rain. She didn't mind the weather too much, thought the mud was always annoying, so she floated lightly over the ground as she had the day before. As soon as she slips in the door, though, she touches down again and bows. "I have come to help the last, as promised."<br> <br>Approaching the village once more, Thel has again abandoned his coat, scarf still over his face. Didn't learn his lesson then. A shovel is held in one hand, laying over his shoulder. Armed more heavily than last time, no musket, but an axe and sword have been added to his arsenal. Dredging through the mud, whistling the same dreary tune as he had previously. Stepping in through the doors, looking at the rat with the same mistrust he garnered recently, then glancing at the a forementioned door. Thel shrugs, waits to be told what to do.<br> <br>Boxes in each hand, Dio quickly jogs towards the village, eager to escape the rain and the cursed fate of having a water dense mane! But considering the water dripping off his clothes and fur, it was too little too late. Eventually, the lion proceeds into the open building and gives his dripping head a little shake before settling the boxes upon the floor carefully. "Some dullin' potions an' other medical supplies if ya need 'em. I'm also usin' a medical based soul 'gain if ya need any 'elp with anythin'." Curiously, he looks towards the black vials and the remaining patients.<br> <br>Natska makes her way through the warm, muggy rain, silently following Cassidy to the plauge-stricken village. In deferance to her expected work of the night she has added a white cloth mask of her own, covering her muzzle, but enough of her face is visible to tell she has a solemn expression. Inside the doctor's house she steps off to the side of the door, out of the way, and bows.<br> <br>Fenris sits in the healer's house, resting his head for a moment on a table where he has settled for a brief rest after having spent the evening and most of the day scrambling to see to the needs of the few survivors. It had been painful to take down those tents, occupied only by the dead. The tiger only prayed that this cure would work. Seeing the others arrive he rises and adjusts his coat. His golem seems to be gone. Probably off on some errand. The tiger gives a sniff as he looks at the inky jar on the healer's desk.<br> <br>Angus watches the rain drip off the brim of his hat, not minding the weather as he made his way steady towards the village. The rain itself actually calmed him for the most part, letting him focus on the task at hand as he steps into the village. He knew not what Traxico needed of them, but today he was prepared for anything as the butt of his staff thumps against the floor of the house as he walks in and turns to give the rat a nod.<br> <br>The Rat looks up slowly from his spot to view the group that enters, Fenris' remaining presence having aided him some in the tasks, though if the Tiger saw Traxico sleep at all during that time... The Rat's dilligence and determination wearing greatly on him, as those tired eyes appear just a bit more dulled from behind the mask as he takes a slow breath before speaking. "Thank you. I wish I could have not asked for such help, but those that did not go to the swamp the other day took their opportunity to finally leave. I am afraid all that's left of the village, is myself and these remaining." Traxico pushing himself to his feet slowly with a slight groan as he leans on his cane and moves to the bottles of black liquid. "I've made as much as I could, and need able hands to help feed them to the sick... Hopefully, it shall clear the illness in a few hours I pray... Any else who are willing, I have a grim task I wished to not ask, but I've not the strength to aid in burying the bodies but... Respectful burials would be appreciated." The Rat's gaze falling to the floor as he speaks.<br> <br>Cassidy gives a quiet nod to her friends and sets her umbrella aside by the door and reaches up to remove her hat. "I'm willing to help you administer the cure, yes. Though if you would rather have my hands elsewhere, I can do my best to dig, as well. I am not so great at that kind of thing, however."<br> <br>Thelergramor nods. "I'll bury the bodies. I brought a shovel for that, anyway." He gain glances at the door to the other room, curiosity. "But, yes, where are the bodies?" He scratches his bare chest, then puts his hand in a pocket.<br> <br>Dio walks towards the series of vials and casts a curious gaze upon them. He mulls over the liquid within his mind for a few moments and smiles warmly. "I think I see the logic yer gettin' at with this medicine, lad," he claims before pulling back and looking towards the rat. "Usin' negatives to cancel out the disease o' somethin' o' the sort. That's some good thinkin'. I wish ya the best o' luck." After hearing the old man's task, Dio begins heading for the door, but stops at the doorframe to look over his shoulder for a moment. "Very well. We'll get right to it. A bit o' elbow grease an' earth magic an' we'll be givin' those beings the burial they deserve," he says firmly before walking out and preparing to assist in the grave digging.<br> <br>"It will be done," Natska replies, her tone strictly business, and nods her head again. She turns then, and follows Dio back out into the rain, ears folding as she follows the lion's lead on the burial detail.<br> <br>"I have done all I can do here, sir," Fenris says to Traxico, "Your alchemy is flawless and the theory is good. I will leave the living in your hands and help with the dead." He thinks sadly on the rows of dead laid out, waiting to be returned to the dust of Promise. A bitter flashback to old losses. The tiger fetches his broad-brimmed hat and looks out at the rain. "Unless you think I would be any more use here?" he asks wearily, noting the full grave detail and secretly a bit relieved at the idea of avoiding the dead today.<br> <br>Angus gives the rat a solem nod as he looks to those going out for grave detail. "It would be better to burn the bodies, make sure no one ever has to deal with this disease once more." He states quietly. His ears then flick as he turns to the bottles once more. "How do you wish us to distrubt them?"<br> <br>Traxico shakes his head gently, hobbling forward some to pick up a bottle as he looks to Cassidy and Fenris. "You may aid inside if you wish, I've no qualms for more hands... But I will not see these bodies burned. They were friends, and like family to me... I will not desecrate what remains of them should this work." The Rat giving a gentle cough before picking up a bottle of the black liquid. "One to each of the sick, pour it slowly into their mouths, and make sure they swallow. If it looks like they are not swallowing, force them to, or you may accidentally drown them." The Rat nodding gently, before bowing softly to Dio. "Please my friend, between math and force, make thirty-one graves... That should hold all the dead. The bodies, are outside behind the building... The soil should be soft, and give way easily." The Rat nodding solemly before holding the bottle he picked up close, and motions those helping him to begin.<br> <br>Cassidy takes up one of the bottles and moves over towards one of the far patients, leaning over to look down into their face as she pulls the stopper from the 'cure'. "Understood." She slips a hand under the afflicted patient's head, helping to prop them  up a little to ease the passage as she brings the bottle up to slowly administer the mixture.<br> <br>"31? More than my whole village." With that said, Thel heads outside. Making his way behind the building, he looks for a window into the locked room. Arriving with the corpses, the wolf shakes his head, removes his hat, mutters a small prayer, almost a poem, though the pronouns are changed for the large number of corpses: 'No words of love/just light the fire/for those who lie/upon this pyre. For mercy we pray/but for ourselves/not for them/they've left this hell.' While it may not be accurate, 'tis the only prayer the wolf knows. Setting his hat back on his head, he begins digging.<br> <br>"Right then," Dio says as he walks and talks to meet up with the others behind the building. "Let's get started then. Make sure ya space 'em out nice an' even." Running a few calculations within his head, the lion begins digging out a graves within the dirt with a bit of earth magic.<br> <br>Natska follows along, and stops behind the building to eye the pile of bodies. Her ears go even flatter, but she patiently waits for Dio to clear a hole in the ground. One the lion has the first hole completed she gives him a curt nod, then starts carefully moving bodies into their graves. "Keep digging, Dio. Thel, could you fill?"<br> <br>Fenris takes up a bottle of the medicine. "Two poisons to combat another," he says, shaking his head, "With a bit of miracle stirred in, I hope." The tiger imitates Cassidy, carefully lifting the head and neck of one of the afflicted children. He slowly dribbles the serum into the little thing's slack mouth, then closes it and gently strokes their little throat to encourage them to swallow. One. He lays the little head back on its pillow and moves along to the next bed.<br> <br>Angus shrugs his shoulders as he hides his grim frown under the brim of his hat. "It is not desecration, but I will conscede the point." He answers as he picks up one of the vials to do the same with one of the afflicted. He works slowly, making sure the child swallows every drop as he works quietly.<br> <br>Traxico nods gently as the group begins working together, slowly moving himself to the back near the door. "I... I cannot watch my friends burn. I am sorry." His voice low and strained as he pushes open the door to a dark room, and bows his head to the group. "... Give me a moment respite, and I shall join in giving the medicine. I fear I will fall soon if I do not sit... And a miracle is what we need my friend." The door gently closing behind him.  
  
Dio's work is easy, the soil parting like it was meant to cave for the bodies as the graves are made in quick succession, all that was left to be done being ensuring the bodies were inside before too much rain flooded it. Thel most certainly does see a window though, and soon enough a small dim light begins to illuminate it, though unfortunatly it's too high to see into.<br> <br>Cassidy finishes with her first 'patient' and shuffles off to acquire another bottle of the medicine before moving off towards the next patient, repeating the process with the head lifting and the slow administration of the cure. "I do hope this stuff works. Few enough remain as is, and I don't want to lose them, too."<br> <br>Thelergramor glances up at the window. "I'll fill in the holes, but first... Hold off on the burial for a moment, the dead aren't going anywhere." Sticking the shovel in the ground, He gestures at the window. "I'll be brief with you; I don't trust Traxico. Plague victims are always burned, don't know why, but the diseased are always burned. A doctor would know that. And the why of it. That room, up there? Was locked yesterday. I think. Now, I want to get a look inside. Magic could help, but I'll climb the wall if I have to." He folds his arms. "So, going to help me?" His eyes squint, looking at the other two.<br> <br>Dio haults his earth magic and turns towards Thel. "The diseased 're traditionally burned, yes," Dio agrees with a solid nod of his head. "But in this case, it would seem the village ain't commin' back. They don't want to live near this swamp anyone an' I can't blame 'em. There's all sort o' nasty things out there. The healer is an interestin' sort, but I think the lad's got good intentions. I looked at the medicine an' it all checks out. It may not work, but it's 'bout the best anyone could do fer dealing with a plague. If he wanted to kill anyone, it would've been best not to call the freeswords o' tell us 'bout that uninfected family. That's just my guess. I've been too trustin' at times, but fer now, I'll continue burryin' these bodies." Giving a small shrug, the lion continues his task and once more puts his earth magic to use for more graves.<br> <br>Natska turns her head to watch Thel, eyes narrowing. She does not stop her work, though, giving Dio a nod and continuing her task of gently depositing bodies in the holes in the ground.<br> <br>"Traxico?" Fenris calls out as he moves to his next patient, "Are you alright back there?" He does not think he saw the poor old man rest even once last night. The rat must be on the verge of collapse. "Carry on here," he says to Cassidy and Angus, "I will go see if I can help Traxico." The tiger makes his way back to the old man's room, to see what he can do to make the healer comfortable.<br> <br>Angus gives gives another solem nod. "As you wish." Is all he states as he grabs another bottle of medicine. Taking off his hat he sighs and walks over to the next kid, forcing them to swallow the medicine as he keeps his thoughts to himself.
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Dio's work is easy, the soil parting like it was meant to cave for the bodies as the graves are made in quick succession, all that was left to be done being ensuring the bodies were inside before too much rain flooded it. Thel most certainly does see a window though, and soon enough a small dim light begins to illuminate it, though unfortunatly it's too high to see into.<br> <br>Cassidy finishes with her first 'patient' and shuffles off to acquire another bottle of the medicine before moving off towards the next patient, repeating the process with the head lifting and the slow administration of the cure. "I do hope this stuff works. Few enough remain as is, and I don't want to lose them, too."<br> <br>Thelergramor glances up at the window. "I'll fill in the holes, but first... Hold off on the burial for a moment, the dead aren't going anywhere." Sticking the shovel in the ground, He gestures at the window. "I'll be brief with you; I don't trust Traxico. Plague victims are always burned, don't know why, but the diseased are always burned. A doctor would know that. And the why of it. That room, up there? Was locked yesterday. I think. Now, I want to get a look inside. Magic could help, but I'll climb the wall if I have to." He folds his arms. "So, going to help me?" His eyes squint, looking at the other two.<br> <br>Dio haults his earth magic and turns towards Thel. "The diseased 're traditionally burned, yes," Dio agrees with a solid nod of his head. "But in this case, it would seem the village ain't commin' back. They don't want to live near this swamp anyone an' I can't blame 'em. There's all sort o' nasty things out there. The healer is an interestin' sort, but I think the lad's got good intentions. I looked at the medicine an' it all checks out. It may not work, but it's 'bout the best anyone could do fer dealing with a plague. If he wanted to kill anyone, it would've been best not to call the freeswords o' tell us 'bout that uninfected family. That's just my guess. I've been too trustin' at times, but fer now, I'll continue burryin' these bodies." Giving a small shrug, the lion continues his task and once more puts his earth magic to use for more graves.<br> <br>Natska turns her head to watch Thel, eyes narrowing. She does not stop her work, though, giving Dio a nod and continuing her task of gently depositing bodies in the holes in the ground.<br> <br>"Traxico?" Fenris calls out as he moves to his next patient, "Are you alright back there?" He does not think he saw the poor old man rest even once last night. The rat must be on the verge of collapse. "Carry on here," he says to Cassidy and Angus, "I will go see if I can help Traxico." The tiger makes his way back to the old man's room, to see what he can do to make the healer comfortable.<br> <br>Angus gives gives another solem nod. "As you wish." Is all he states as he grabs another bottle of medicine. Taking off his hat he sighs and walks over to the next kid, forcing them to swallow the medicine as he keeps his thoughts to himself.<br> <br>As Dio and Natska continue working, it appears Thelergramor's plan is left to him, and him alone. The Wolf left with little options to climb up, besides building a pyramid with bodies, or jumping up and trying to hold as he looked. Natska and Dio however, make a rather curious discovery while they work... For if they take an instant to count, there are only thirty bodies outside. No signs of foot prints leading away from the area as well, so it seems one was just... Absent. Perhaps the Rat had miscounted?
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The group inside are given a rare treat, as they begin to view the effects working with surprising haste thanks to Angus' presence... The Blisters decreasing, and rashes slowly clearing up as they begin to breathe with greater ease! It was terrible to know the lives lost to bring it to this, but now it appeared the disease was on the losing end as the sick begin to reject it thanks to the medicine and spirit's aid.
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Fenris' own venture into Traxico's room is met with silence at first, the rat not responding even as the tiger opens the door. Inside he'd find a study filled to the brim with books, a single lit candle, and the body of a younger rat, probably only seventeen in age, eyes closed and body still without breath. Above him was Traxico, his tired eyes barely focused as he shakes his head, the liquid he had brought in with him being poured into the dead bodies mouth. "... Come now foolish boy, wake up... Come then..." His motions stilling after awhile as he lets out a drull sigh, and shakes his head.<br> <br>Cassidy continues along with her work, smiling faintly as the patients seem to be getting better. As much as she liked to keep her stoic image, she couldn't help but give a soft sigh of relief before settling back against the counter, nodding at Angus. "At least... It looks like they'll be alright, huh?"<br> <br>Thelergramor uncrosses his arms, approaches the wall, looks at the window. The wolf shrugs, disappointed that his allies are not helping him. He takes a few steps back, then rushes forward. Planting a foot on the wall, he attempts to climb up and grab for a handhold near the window.<br> <br>Dio pauses for a moment and takes a quick headcount. "Strange," he murmurs under his breath. "It would seem that we're missin' a body. I don't think the lad would make a mistake like that fer the village he loves so much, eh?" Before getting to deducing the problem, the lion continues his digging job, hoping to finish it up before things got too muddy or dark.<br> <br>Natska continues her work in silence, the monotonous task offering her no distractions. She kneels, carefully picks up a wrapped body, cradles it in her arms, and rises to pace her way back to a fresh grave where she kneels again and gently lies the corpse to rest. Then it is back to the pile, and the next body. And the next grave. And the body after that. And the grave for that one. Her ear flicks at Dio's comment and she turns a heavy gaze on the lion, pausing a moment to count remaining bodies; then her gaze moves to the building and she thinks a moment before continuing on her task. "No. He would not. If anything, he would under count."<br> <br>"Oh, Traxico!" Fenris breathes, though there are obviously no words for a time like this. He hurries over to support the old man. He puts out a hand to the body of the child, already fairly certain that he knows what he will find.<br> <br>Angus shakes his head. "We won't know until they get back up on their feet, the disease might of permanently damaged something." He states as he rests his staff inthe crook of his elbow, crossing his arms as he looks to the door to Traxico's room, before turning back to Cassidy. "But we did all we could."<br> <br>Dio's work is finished finally, all thirty one graves dug in the earth, and as Natska works to fill the holes with bodies, they're soon close to completed. Almost every grave holding an occupant, waiting for one sweeping motion to fill them in completely. Thelergramor's efforts are rewarded only slightly, the grip is perilous, and from what he can see, he can vaguely make out the rat, and Fenris over a bed with something inside of it... A body perhaps? It's hard to say.
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Cassidy and Angus' work finally seeing the last of the diseased having the cure administered, the work taking hold to clear them of the effects it seems, though the ones first administered seemed to sleeping peacefully by now, and with the door open, Angus no doubt sees Fenris and the Rat, though they obstruct what is on the bed.
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Traxico blinks tiredly as he notices Fenris, moving to sit down on a small stool with a ragged sigh as he shakes his head. "Do not worry... I will work harder, I will cure them. This... This failed, but I won't let him--- them, die." The Rat's voice shakey as he reaches up to remove the plague mask, his face tired and worn, with the appearance of a man aged beyond his years as he stares at the floor. "Just... A moment to think, and I will try again." Yet, as Fenris can no doubt tell, the boy is dead as dead can be, having sucombed to the disease long ago it seems... And from the feeling of his body, and appearance, he's definantly been dead for at least a few days.<br> <br>Cassidy slowly makes her way towards the back room with Fenris and Traxico, hoping to inform them of the good news as she nods again at Angus. "Well, it's better than nothing, certainly." When she pokes her head in, she feels the somber nature and declines to share her enthusiasm, instead opting to say, "The patients seem to be making a recovery, yes."<br> <br>Thelergramor releases his grip, drops to the ground. "The tiger is in there with him. Probably nothing to worry about then. Still, I don't trust the rat." Thel doesn't voice his reasons, but he expects this village to be filled with 31 undead in a week. Grabbing his shovel, he begins to fill in the graves. "Wait, missing a body? Pfft, rat can't count..."  <br> <br>With the graves all dug, Dio takes a mental break and looks towards Natska. "I'd like to thank ya fer 'elpin' me out, lass. Awfully dark stuff 'avin' to bury bodies like this, 'specially in the rain. Funny 'nough, I didn't think I'd be buryin' bodies 'gain after I became a traveler, but things tend to 'appen when ya decide to take jobs fer the Freeswords I suppose." Walking closer towards the fresh graves, the lion begins covering them up with more earth magic. "The 'ealer seemed awfull sad 'bout his son when he was mentioned. I'm sure the lad's got a good 'eart in 'em."<br> <br>The jaguar bobs her head in agreement, laying the last few bodies to rest. "Mmhm," Natska says. She takes a moment, watching Dio and Theler filling the graves, and then decides to let them finish as she stands in the rain, hands at her sides.<br> <br>Fenris gathers the old rat into his arms. "No, Traxico," he says, "it works, you saved them all. Your boy will be so proud of you." He follows the old rat to a chair and helps him to sit. "Look," he says, pointing to the dead youth on the bed, "See how peacefully he sleeps." The tiger flexes a little bit of his kitsune power to cast an illusion on the body of the child. Not to restore life, but to smooth the features ruined by disease, to try to ease the parting. He holds the old man tightly, sharing the old man's grief as best he can. He sits there in silence for a moment before speaking again. "When did he fall ill, Traxico?" he asks, "He must have known how hard you worked and how much you love him."<br> <br>Angus steps over to the open door as well, poking his head in to look around before taking a step out. He says nothing, instead just leaning against the wall to be able to list in on the conversation between Fenris and Traxico, trying to see what is going on as he looks to Cassidy.

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The village was as quiet as ever, a few of the tents that had once held the sick taken down, and packed away... Presumably all the remaining individuals left inside of the healer's building. The light rain filling the streets with mud, and providing a drull atmosphere as inside of the healer's building the Rat is seen working diligently, a box filled with tubes filled with dark black liquid on his desk. His front door is open, providing no impedence for the freeswords, as the majority of the remaining sick appear to be closing in on the doors of their lives themselves, stressing the urgency of the situation. The majority of the sick even appear to be children, making up fifteen of the nineteen remaining patients.

Cassidy makes her way through the rain, a black parasol held over her head and hat to ward off the rain. She didn't mind the weather too much, thought the mud was always annoying, so she floated lightly over the ground as she had the day before. As soon as she slips in the door, though, she touches down again and bows. "I have come to help the last, as promised."

Approaching the village once more, Thel has again abandoned his coat, scarf still over his face. Didn't learn his lesson then. A shovel is held in one hand, laying over his shoulder. Armed more heavily than last time, no musket, but an axe and sword have been added to his arsenal. Dredging through the mud, whistling the same dreary tune as he had previously. Stepping in through the doors, looking at the rat with the same mistrust he garnered recently, then glancing at the a forementioned door. Thel shrugs, waits to be told what to do.

Boxes in each hand, Dio quickly jogs towards the village, eager to escape the rain and the cursed fate of having a water dense mane! But considering the water dripping off his clothes and fur, it was too little too late. Eventually, the lion proceeds into the open building and gives his dripping head a little shake before settling the boxes upon the floor carefully. "Some dullin' potions an' other medical supplies if ya need 'em. I'm also usin' a medical based soul 'gain if ya need any 'elp with anythin'." Curiously, he looks towards the black vials and the remaining patients.

Natska makes her way through the warm, muggy rain, silently following Cassidy to the plauge-stricken village. In deferance to her expected work of the night she has added a white cloth mask of her own, covering her muzzle, but enough of her face is visible to tell she has a solemn expression. Inside the doctor's house she steps off to the side of the door, out of the way, and bows.

Fenris sits in the healer's house, resting his head for a moment on a table where he has settled for a brief rest after having spent the evening and most of the day scrambling to see to the needs of the few survivors. It had been painful to take down those tents, occupied only by the dead. The tiger only prayed that this cure would work. Seeing the others arrive he rises and adjusts his coat. His golem seems to be gone. Probably off on some errand. The tiger gives a sniff as he looks at the inky jar on the healer's desk.

Angus watches the rain drip off the brim of his hat, not minding the weather as he made his way steady towards the village. The rain itself actually calmed him for the most part, letting him focus on the task at hand as he steps into the village. He knew not what Traxico needed of them, but today he was prepared for anything as the butt of his staff thumps against the floor of the house as he walks in and turns to give the rat a nod.

The Rat looks up slowly from his spot to view the group that enters, Fenris' remaining presence having aided him some in the tasks, though if the Tiger saw Traxico sleep at all during that time... The Rat's dilligence and determination wearing greatly on him, as those tired eyes appear just a bit more dulled from behind the mask as he takes a slow breath before speaking. "Thank you. I wish I could have not asked for such help, but those that did not go to the swamp the other day took their opportunity to finally leave. I am afraid all that's left of the village, is myself and these remaining." Traxico pushing himself to his feet slowly with a slight groan as he leans on his cane and moves to the bottles of black liquid. "I've made as much as I could, and need able hands to help feed them to the sick... Hopefully, it shall clear the illness in a few hours I pray... Any else who are willing, I have a grim task I wished to not ask, but I've not the strength to aid in burying the bodies but... Respectful burials would be appreciated." The Rat's gaze falling to the floor as he speaks.

Cassidy gives a quiet nod to her friends and sets her umbrella aside by the door and reaches up to remove her hat. "I'm willing to help you administer the cure, yes. Though if you would rather have my hands elsewhere, I can do my best to dig, as well. I am not so great at that kind of thing, however."

Thelergramor nods. "I'll bury the bodies. I brought a shovel for that, anyway." He gain glances at the door to the other room, curiosity. "But, yes, where are the bodies?" He scratches his bare chest, then puts his hand in a pocket.

Dio walks towards the series of vials and casts a curious gaze upon them. He mulls over the liquid within his mind for a few moments and smiles warmly. "I think I see the logic yer gettin' at with this medicine, lad," he claims before pulling back and looking towards the rat. "Usin' negatives to cancel out the disease o' somethin' o' the sort. That's some good thinkin'. I wish ya the best o' luck." After hearing the old man's task, Dio begins heading for the door, but stops at the doorframe to look over his shoulder for a moment. "Very well. We'll get right to it. A bit o' elbow grease an' earth magic an' we'll be givin' those beings the burial they deserve," he says firmly before walking out and preparing to assist in the grave digging.

"It will be done," Natska replies, her tone strictly business, and nods her head again. She turns then, and follows Dio back out into the rain, ears folding as she follows the lion's lead on the burial detail.

"I have done all I can do here, sir," Fenris says to Traxico, "Your alchemy is flawless and the theory is good. I will leave the living in your hands and help with the dead." He thinks sadly on the rows of dead laid out, waiting to be returned to the dust of Promise. A bitter flashback to old losses. The tiger fetches his broad-brimmed hat and looks out at the rain. "Unless you think I would be any more use here?" he asks wearily, noting the full grave detail and secretly a bit relieved at the idea of avoiding the dead today.

Angus gives the rat a solem nod as he looks to those going out for grave detail. "It would be better to burn the bodies, make sure no one ever has to deal with this disease once more." He states quietly. His ears then flick as he turns to the bottles once more. "How do you wish us to distrubt them?"

Traxico shakes his head gently, hobbling forward some to pick up a bottle as he looks to Cassidy and Fenris. "You may aid inside if you wish, I've no qualms for more hands... But I will not see these bodies burned. They were friends, and like family to me... I will not desecrate what remains of them should this work." The Rat giving a gentle cough before picking up a bottle of the black liquid. "One to each of the sick, pour it slowly into their mouths, and make sure they swallow. If it looks like they are not swallowing, force them to, or you may accidentally drown them." The Rat nodding gently, before bowing softly to Dio. "Please my friend, between math and force, make thirty-one graves... That should hold all the dead. The bodies, are outside behind the building... The soil should be soft, and give way easily." The Rat nodding solemly before holding the bottle he picked up close, and motions those helping him to begin.

Cassidy takes up one of the bottles and moves over towards one of the far patients, leaning over to look down into their face as she pulls the stopper from the 'cure'. "Understood." She slips a hand under the afflicted patient's head, helping to prop them up a little to ease the passage as she brings the bottle up to slowly administer the mixture.

"31? More than my whole village." With that said, Thel heads outside. Making his way behind the building, he looks for a window into the locked room. Arriving with the corpses, the wolf shakes his head, removes his hat, mutters a small prayer, almost a poem, though the pronouns are changed for the large number of corpses: 'No words of love/just light the fire/for those who lie/upon this pyre. For mercy we pray/but for ourselves/not for them/they've left this hell.' While it may not be accurate, 'tis the only prayer the wolf knows. Setting his hat back on his head, he begins digging.

"Right then," Dio says as he walks and talks to meet up with the others behind the building. "Let's get started then. Make sure ya space 'em out nice an' even." Running a few calculations within his head, the lion begins digging out a graves within the dirt with a bit of earth magic.

Natska follows along, and stops behind the building to eye the pile of bodies. Her ears go even flatter, but she patiently waits for Dio to clear a hole in the ground. One the lion has the first hole completed she gives him a curt nod, then starts carefully moving bodies into their graves. "Keep digging, Dio. Thel, could you fill?"

Fenris takes up a bottle of the medicine. "Two poisons to combat another," he says, shaking his head, "With a bit of miracle stirred in, I hope." The tiger imitates Cassidy, carefully lifting the head and neck of one of the afflicted children. He slowly dribbles the serum into the little thing's slack mouth, then closes it and gently strokes their little throat to encourage them to swallow. One. He lays the little head back on its pillow and moves along to the next bed.

Angus shrugs his shoulders as he hides his grim frown under the brim of his hat. "It is not desecration, but I will conscede the point." He answers as he picks up one of the vials to do the same with one of the afflicted. He works slowly, making sure the child swallows every drop as he works quietly.

Traxico nods gently as the group begins working together, slowly moving himself to the back near the door. "I... I cannot watch my friends burn. I am sorry." His voice low and strained as he pushes open the door to a dark room, and bows his head to the group. "... Give me a moment respite, and I shall join in giving the medicine. I fear I will fall soon if I do not sit... And a miracle is what we need my friend." The door gently closing behind him.

Dio's work is easy, the soil parting like it was meant to cave for the bodies as the graves are made in quick succession, all that was left to be done being ensuring the bodies were inside before too much rain flooded it. Thel most certainly does see a window though, and soon enough a small dim light begins to illuminate it, though unfortunatly it's too high to see into.

Cassidy finishes with her first 'patient' and shuffles off to acquire another bottle of the medicine before moving off towards the next patient, repeating the process with the head lifting and the slow administration of the cure. "I do hope this stuff works. Few enough remain as is, and I don't want to lose them, too."

Thelergramor glances up at the window. "I'll fill in the holes, but first... Hold off on the burial for a moment, the dead aren't going anywhere." Sticking the shovel in the ground, He gestures at the window. "I'll be brief with you; I don't trust Traxico. Plague victims are always burned, don't know why, but the diseased are always burned. A doctor would know that. And the why of it. That room, up there? Was locked yesterday. I think. Now, I want to get a look inside. Magic could help, but I'll climb the wall if I have to." He folds his arms. "So, going to help me?" His eyes squint, looking at the other two.

Dio haults his earth magic and turns towards Thel. "The diseased 're traditionally burned, yes," Dio agrees with a solid nod of his head. "But in this case, it would seem the village ain't commin' back. They don't want to live near this swamp anyone an' I can't blame 'em. There's all sort o' nasty things out there. The healer is an interestin' sort, but I think the lad's got good intentions. I looked at the medicine an' it all checks out. It may not work, but it's 'bout the best anyone could do fer dealing with a plague. If he wanted to kill anyone, it would've been best not to call the freeswords o' tell us 'bout that uninfected family. That's just my guess. I've been too trustin' at times, but fer now, I'll continue burryin' these bodies." Giving a small shrug, the lion continues his task and once more puts his earth magic to use for more graves.

Natska turns her head to watch Thel, eyes narrowing. She does not stop her work, though, giving Dio a nod and continuing her task of gently depositing bodies in the holes in the ground.

"Traxico?" Fenris calls out as he moves to his next patient, "Are you alright back there?" He does not think he saw the poor old man rest even once last night. The rat must be on the verge of collapse. "Carry on here," he says to Cassidy and Angus, "I will go see if I can help Traxico." The tiger makes his way back to the old man's room, to see what he can do to make the healer comfortable.

Angus gives gives another solem nod. "As you wish." Is all he states as he grabs another bottle of medicine. Taking off his hat he sighs and walks over to the next kid, forcing them to swallow the medicine as he keeps his thoughts to himself.

As Dio and Natska continue working, it appears Thelergramor's plan is left to him, and him alone. The Wolf left with little options to climb up, besides building a pyramid with bodies, or jumping up and trying to hold as he looked. Natska and Dio however, make a rather curious discovery while they work... For if they take an instant to count, there are only thirty bodies outside. No signs of foot prints leading away from the area as well, so it seems one was just... Absent. Perhaps the Rat had miscounted?

The group inside are given a rare treat, as they begin to view the effects working with surprising haste thanks to Angus' presence... The Blisters decreasing, and rashes slowly clearing up as they begin to breathe with greater ease! It was terrible to know the lives lost to bring it to this, but now it appeared the disease was on the losing end as the sick begin to reject it thanks to the medicine and spirit's aid.

Fenris' own venture into Traxico's room is met with silence at first, the rat not responding even as the tiger opens the door. Inside he'd find a study filled to the brim with books, a single lit candle, and the body of a younger rat, probably only seventeen in age, eyes closed and body still without breath. Above him was Traxico, his tired eyes barely focused as he shakes his head, the liquid he had brought in with him being poured into the dead bodies mouth. "... Come now foolish boy, wake up... Come then..." His motions stilling after awhile as he lets out a drull sigh, and shakes his head.

Cassidy continues along with her work, smiling faintly as the patients seem to be getting better. As much as she liked to keep her stoic image, she couldn't help but give a soft sigh of relief before settling back against the counter, nodding at Angus. "At least... It looks like they'll be alright, huh?"

Thelergramor uncrosses his arms, approaches the wall, looks at the window. The wolf shrugs, disappointed that his allies are not helping him. He takes a few steps back, then rushes forward. Planting a foot on the wall, he attempts to climb up and grab for a handhold near the window.

Dio pauses for a moment and takes a quick headcount. "Strange," he murmurs under his breath. "It would seem that we're missin' a body. I don't think the lad would make a mistake like that fer the village he loves so much, eh?" Before getting to deducing the problem, the lion continues his digging job, hoping to finish it up before things got too muddy or dark.

Natska continues her work in silence, the monotonous task offering her no distractions. She kneels, carefully picks up a wrapped body, cradles it in her arms, and rises to pace her way back to a fresh grave where she kneels again and gently lies the corpse to rest. Then it is back to the pile, and the next body. And the next grave. And the body after that. And the grave for that one. Her ear flicks at Dio's comment and she turns a heavy gaze on the lion, pausing a moment to count remaining bodies; then her gaze moves to the building and she thinks a moment before continuing on her task. "No. He would not. If anything, he would under count."

"Oh, Traxico!" Fenris breathes, though there are obviously no words for a time like this. He hurries over to support the old man. He puts out a hand to the body of the child, already fairly certain that he knows what he will find.

Angus shakes his head. "We won't know until they get back up on their feet, the disease might of permanently damaged something." He states as he rests his staff inthe crook of his elbow, crossing his arms as he looks to the door to Traxico's room, before turning back to Cassidy. "But we did all we could."

Dio's work is finished finally, all thirty one graves dug in the earth, and as Natska works to fill the holes with bodies, they're soon close to completed. Almost every grave holding an occupant, waiting for one sweeping motion to fill them in completely. Thelergramor's efforts are rewarded only slightly, the grip is perilous, and from what he can see, he can vaguely make out the rat, and Fenris over a bed with something inside of it... A body perhaps? It's hard to say.

Cassidy and Angus' work finally seeing the last of the diseased having the cure administered, the work taking hold to clear them of the effects it seems, though the ones first administered seemed to sleeping peacefully by now, and with the door open, Angus no doubt sees Fenris and the Rat, though they obstruct what is on the bed.

Traxico blinks tiredly as he notices Fenris, moving to sit down on a small stool with a ragged sigh as he shakes his head. "Do not worry... I will work harder, I will cure them. This... This failed, but I won't let him--- them, die." The Rat's voice shakey as he reaches up to remove the plague mask, his face tired and worn, with the appearance of a man aged beyond his years as he stares at the floor. "Just... A moment to think, and I will try again." Yet, as Fenris can no doubt tell, the boy is dead as dead can be, having sucombed to the disease long ago it seems... And from the feeling of his body, and appearance, he's definantly been dead for at least a few days.

Cassidy slowly makes her way towards the back room with Fenris and Traxico, hoping to inform them of the good news as she nods again at Angus. "Well, it's better than nothing, certainly." When she pokes her head in, she feels the somber nature and declines to share her enthusiasm, instead opting to say, "The patients seem to be making a recovery, yes."

Thelergramor releases his grip, drops to the ground. "The tiger is in there with him. Probably nothing to worry about then. Still, I don't trust the rat." Thel doesn't voice his reasons, but he expects this village to be filled with 31 undead in a week. Grabbing his shovel, he begins to fill in the graves. "Wait, missing a body? Pfft, rat can't count..."

With the graves all dug, Dio takes a mental break and looks towards Natska. "I'd like to thank ya fer 'elpin' me out, lass. Awfully dark stuff 'avin' to bury bodies like this, 'specially in the rain. Funny 'nough, I didn't think I'd be buryin' bodies 'gain after I became a traveler, but things tend to 'appen when ya decide to take jobs fer the Freeswords I suppose." Walking closer towards the fresh graves, the lion begins covering them up with more earth magic. "The 'ealer seemed awfull sad 'bout his son when he was mentioned. I'm sure the lad's got a good 'eart in 'em."

The jaguar bobs her head in agreement, laying the last few bodies to rest. "Mmhm," Natska says. She takes a moment, watching Dio and Theler filling the graves, and then decides to let them finish as she stands in the rain, hands at her sides.

Fenris gathers the old rat into his arms. "No, Traxico," he says, "it works, you saved them all. Your boy will be so proud of you." He follows the old rat to a chair and helps him to sit. "Look," he says, pointing to the dead youth on the bed, "See how peacefully he sleeps." The tiger flexes a little bit of his kitsune power to cast an illusion on the body of the child. Not to restore life, but to smooth the features ruined by disease, to try to ease the parting. He holds the old man tightly, sharing the old man's grief as best he can. He sits there in silence for a moment before speaking again. "When did he fall ill, Traxico?" he asks, "He must have known how hard you worked and how much you love him."

Angus steps over to the open door as well, poking his head in to look around before taking a step out. He says nothing, instead just leaning against the wall to be able to list in on the conversation between Fenris and Traxico, trying to see what is going on as he looks to Cassidy.