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<blockquote data-quote="Nordom" data-source="post: 9090871" data-attributes="member: 7038274"><p>Kachilk'cha approached a scene of unutterable horror. A towering pyre cast flickering shadows over a morbid tableau—the intertwined forms of human and orc bodies, united not entirely in death - as she could make out a few survivors. The remains bore the cruel mark of what she now understood was the plague. Black ichor emerged from their skin like sinister tattoos that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly vitality. Among the macabre assembly, a handful of wretched souls writhed in the clutches of the plague's grasp. Their eyes and mouths exuded that same viscous obsidian ichor that trickled down their faces like a malevolent mockery of tears. The substance oozed from their lips, an unsettling parody of speech, as the occasional desperate moan was stifled by the curse. Even one as fervent as the thri-kreen would be demoralized by how far-gone they seemed.</p><p></p><p>The plague doctor, swathed in ragged robes moved with an air of somber purpose. The tattered attire rustled in an eerie symphony with each step, a haunting melody of despair that intermingled with the occasional moan from one of those in near-death, and the off-putting scream from the town at large. The doctor's countenance was obscured by a grotesque mask, a fusion of avian and bestial features. The eyes, hollow and devoid of warmth, bore an uncanny intensity, seeming to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. The beak-like projection, both functional and symbolic, concealed the doctor's intentions as it delivered potent elixirs and treatments with equal measure.</p><p></p><p>In gloved hands, the doctor wielded a white bone staff, its twisted form adorned with trinkets that jingled and chimed. He was humming softly as he walked around the pile, pointing the staff towards the center as embers emerged from the bony confines and onto the (near) corpses. It appeared to be an instrument to diagnose and mend, to provide solace to the tormented, or in this case - to mercifully end the agony of those irrevocably ensnared by the plague's cruel design.</p><p></p><p>For now, Kachilk'cha's approach was unnoticed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nordom, post: 9090871, member: 7038274"] Kachilk'cha approached a scene of unutterable horror. A towering pyre cast flickering shadows over a morbid tableau—the intertwined forms of human and orc bodies, united not entirely in death - as she could make out a few survivors. The remains bore the cruel mark of what she now understood was the plague. Black ichor emerged from their skin like sinister tattoos that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly vitality. Among the macabre assembly, a handful of wretched souls writhed in the clutches of the plague's grasp. Their eyes and mouths exuded that same viscous obsidian ichor that trickled down their faces like a malevolent mockery of tears. The substance oozed from their lips, an unsettling parody of speech, as the occasional desperate moan was stifled by the curse. Even one as fervent as the thri-kreen would be demoralized by how far-gone they seemed. The plague doctor, swathed in ragged robes moved with an air of somber purpose. The tattered attire rustled in an eerie symphony with each step, a haunting melody of despair that intermingled with the occasional moan from one of those in near-death, and the off-putting scream from the town at large. The doctor's countenance was obscured by a grotesque mask, a fusion of avian and bestial features. The eyes, hollow and devoid of warmth, bore an uncanny intensity, seeming to pierce through the fabric of reality itself. The beak-like projection, both functional and symbolic, concealed the doctor's intentions as it delivered potent elixirs and treatments with equal measure. In gloved hands, the doctor wielded a white bone staff, its twisted form adorned with trinkets that jingled and chimed. He was humming softly as he walked around the pile, pointing the staff towards the center as embers emerged from the bony confines and onto the (near) corpses. It appeared to be an instrument to diagnose and mend, to provide solace to the tormented, or in this case - to mercifully end the agony of those irrevocably ensnared by the plague's cruel design. For now, Kachilk'cha's approach was unnoticed. [/QUOTE]
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