Forged Fury
First Post
"I'd guess good enough, but I don't plan to test it. Like it or not, the quarantine is the right decision. I'd be surprised if Amn or Calimshan didn't consider it an act of war if Tethyr didn't do something to lock down an outbreak of plague on the Trade Way. Either way, that paper is the law of the land and I aim to keep it."
Greycastle steepled his fingers. "Maybe it would help if you knew a little more about what's going on here. A week ago, Mosstone had about 2,000 townsfolk. Today, it's down to around 1,500. One in four people if the town have died so far. A group of woodsmen were the first to show any signs of being sick, but they chalked it up to spoiled food from the Nymph. They were dead by the following day. We hoped that it was something that they picked up in the woods, but if that's the case, it's got a hold here now. Men, women, and kids, the plague didn't care. With everything going to the Abyss, I told the old lawkeeper that I'd head to Kirgard to see about getting some help. By the time I got back here, the lawkeeper was dead. By the next morning, a company of soldiers from Kirgard had set up shop outside the town. The only thing that seems like it's going right is what Vials has been..."
A loud knocking interrupted Greycastle's explanation.
“Lawkeeper! Come quick! There’s a fight at the Nymph! Janelle needs your help!” a high pitched voice shouted.
Sighing heavily, Greycastle picked up a lightly padded truncheon against the wall and headed for the door. Pausing, he looked back at Brue, giving her scars and muscled arms a second look. Grabbing another truncheon and a bandanna from next to the door, he tossed them to the woman. “Coming? I may need your help, especially if these fools are deep into their cups. The bandanna is for your face, better safe than sorry.”
Greycastle steepled his fingers. "Maybe it would help if you knew a little more about what's going on here. A week ago, Mosstone had about 2,000 townsfolk. Today, it's down to around 1,500. One in four people if the town have died so far. A group of woodsmen were the first to show any signs of being sick, but they chalked it up to spoiled food from the Nymph. They were dead by the following day. We hoped that it was something that they picked up in the woods, but if that's the case, it's got a hold here now. Men, women, and kids, the plague didn't care. With everything going to the Abyss, I told the old lawkeeper that I'd head to Kirgard to see about getting some help. By the time I got back here, the lawkeeper was dead. By the next morning, a company of soldiers from Kirgard had set up shop outside the town. The only thing that seems like it's going right is what Vials has been..."
A loud knocking interrupted Greycastle's explanation.
“Lawkeeper! Come quick! There’s a fight at the Nymph! Janelle needs your help!” a high pitched voice shouted.
Sighing heavily, Greycastle picked up a lightly padded truncheon against the wall and headed for the door. Pausing, he looked back at Brue, giving her scars and muscled arms a second look. Grabbing another truncheon and a bandanna from next to the door, he tossed them to the woman. “Coming? I may need your help, especially if these fools are deep into their cups. The bandanna is for your face, better safe than sorry.”