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Smooth Water
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Church sent me over this way. Wayfarers were telling stories of a village slowly dying from mystery plague that left corpses with red splotches cross their whole skin. Panicky fools said it leprosy of the soul. My gut told me it was the hemorrhaging plague when I got a look at the villagers’ skin. Knew that some of the sick weren’t going to make it so I set my healing hands to the healthier ones that looked like they had a chance. I was halfway through my mana reserves when the rest of the village came down sick, the blacksmith, the farmers, the children, even the under taker got wiped out.
There’s a pattern to plague an ugly rhythm to dance to but it’s there all the same. This did not follow the plague’s rhythm; folks kept dying in the wrong order. The weak died prolonged deaths while the strong died before the day was out. Nobody left to bury em, nobody left to mourn em except me. No mana, no results, just corpses
Enough tears I have to find Preacher Carlyle. I’ll have to check the temples up in the city of Larkfell to the North, failing that I may have to resort to going all the way to the ministry we have far off to the East. But this is a curse will show up again, it's too destructive not to be used again. Might have more luck finding a mage who knows a bit about curses than asking a man I won't find quickly.
Which is first though?
Do I search for a mage who studies curses in Larkfell?
Hunt for Preacher Carlyle in hopes that he's still trying to convert the pagan priests in Larkfell?
Go far east and find somebody in the church's ministry who knows something about curses?
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