The Grassy Gnoll
Explorer
[sblock=For DM] Nope, not proficient in either of those skills for me.[/sblock]
Is'Merith - Campaign Thread
- Thread starter Sezarious
- Start date
The half-elf's smile faded momentarily, a serious look sweeping over his face. "You MAY not have heard. It's some sort of strange illness that's only recently cropped up in Peer'At". It spreads via body fluid to blood contact. Those who become infected, develop a growth on their body, much like a birthmark I guess. The authorities don't really care that much. People who get infected eventually go nuts.
It starts with the mark, then when the illness gets to its worst, they stop eating, isolating themselves from others due to paranoia and eventually either disappear entirely or, if approached by others, in a starved craze, they attack them, scratching and biting. It's not something that spreads extremely easily, but it means everyone has to be cautious.
You may bump into the infected sometimes, which is fine so long as they're hanging around with their friends or family and are making conversation, but it's the quiet and lonely ones you have to watch, especially if you see 'em talking to themselves or flickering their eyes around cautiously or if you see them dribble from their mouths."
The half-elf stops and re-adjusts himself, "Another reason to become a prisoner you see heheh, I'm safe from infection now".
It starts with the mark, then when the illness gets to its worst, they stop eating, isolating themselves from others due to paranoia and eventually either disappear entirely or, if approached by others, in a starved craze, they attack them, scratching and biting. It's not something that spreads extremely easily, but it means everyone has to be cautious.
You may bump into the infected sometimes, which is fine so long as they're hanging around with their friends or family and are making conversation, but it's the quiet and lonely ones you have to watch, especially if you see 'em talking to themselves or flickering their eyes around cautiously or if you see them dribble from their mouths."
The half-elf stops and re-adjusts himself, "Another reason to become a prisoner you see heheh, I'm safe from infection now".
The Grassy Gnoll
Explorer
Alejandro starts at these words. Isolation? Nora has been increasingly isolated lately. She was complaining of being ill. Oh, gods.
He grabs The half elf and Daederai and walks them a short distance away.
"No offence, my friend. But you're going to have to strip. We need to make sure you're not infected yourself."
He stands there, resolute.
"The ladies will look away", he says over his shoulder.
He grabs The half elf and Daederai and walks them a short distance away.
"No offence, my friend. But you're going to have to strip. We need to make sure you're not infected yourself."
He stands there, resolute.
"The ladies will look away", he says over his shoulder.
The half-elf give Al a blank look, then bursts out laughing, then stops, looking awkwardly at Archibald who is sitting on Al's shoulders. "W-All righty then, but er, can... can you do it without the mouse watching me.... It's er, just.... The way it looks at me makes me feel self conscious."
With a squeak, Archibald hides in Al's shirt upon instruction as the half-elf very quickly strips off, trying to cover his rather sizable pride with his hands and taking a breath, he quickly flashes Al before turning on the spot, showing under his arms, thighs and feet. No red marks from what you can see. After allowing a full inspection, he then throws his clothes back on. "Haha, never can be too careful, but now it's your turn my friend!", he winks jokingly and pats Al on the back.
With a squeak, Archibald hides in Al's shirt upon instruction as the half-elf very quickly strips off, trying to cover his rather sizable pride with his hands and taking a breath, he quickly flashes Al before turning on the spot, showing under his arms, thighs and feet. No red marks from what you can see. After allowing a full inspection, he then throws his clothes back on. "Haha, never can be too careful, but now it's your turn my friend!", he winks jokingly and pats Al on the back.
The Grassy Gnoll
Explorer
"Fine."
He strips, showing off a very muscled and chiseled physique that is a surprise to see on a gnome. He smiles as he shows he has nothing to fear from the half elf in one department at least. With no red mark he dresses again, and bursts out laughing as Archibald jumps on top of one of the crates and displays himself all around to make sure he has no marks either.
"We should all check one another. To be on the safe side. Ladies, check one another. Daederai, Isaac, give them some privacy and check yourselves."
He stands guard, only having to tell Archie not to peek at the girls the once.
"Better safe than sorry. Those bastards who stopped us might've been carrying this disease. Fleas, for sure."
He makes sure the half elf is being decorous before whispering to him.
"One thing. Don't. Pat. Me. Your new life in the mines will be very short if you do that again."
He strips, showing off a very muscled and chiseled physique that is a surprise to see on a gnome. He smiles as he shows he has nothing to fear from the half elf in one department at least. With no red mark he dresses again, and bursts out laughing as Archibald jumps on top of one of the crates and displays himself all around to make sure he has no marks either.
"We should all check one another. To be on the safe side. Ladies, check one another. Daederai, Isaac, give them some privacy and check yourselves."
He stands guard, only having to tell Archie not to peek at the girls the once.
"Better safe than sorry. Those bastards who stopped us might've been carrying this disease. Fleas, for sure."
He makes sure the half elf is being decorous before whispering to him.
"One thing. Don't. Pat. Me. Your new life in the mines will be very short if you do that again."
Last edited:
Daedarai’s eyes flashed with a creeping, horrific thought. His hand strayed to the pouch where he was holding the vial of black fluid that he took off the thugs in Peer’At. He had assumed it was some kind of poison, but what if it was more? What if the plague was engineered? He shook his head. He had to stop speculating without basis. A plague spreading throughout Peer’At wasn’t beyond the scope of reason. There was no reason to imagine enemies where there were none. This whole mission had him on edge. He needed to calm himself or at least pretend to.
A deep breath later, he nodded towards the gnome, “It’s a good thought, Alejandro. I will check myself in a moment, but what of the priests of Pelor?” He turned towards the half-elf, “I thought they provided medical care for the people of the city. Are they aware of the plague or do they ignore the souls of Peer’At?”
A deep breath later, he nodded towards the gnome, “It’s a good thought, Alejandro. I will check myself in a moment, but what of the priests of Pelor?” He turned towards the half-elf, “I thought they provided medical care for the people of the city. Are they aware of the plague or do they ignore the souls of Peer’At?”
pathfinderq1
First Post
OF all the group, Mina was almost the last to crawl out of her crate- it seemed as if she might have been asleep for most of the trip. When she finally did emerge, she spent a few moments arranging her flowing garb (a mix of sandy brown and pale grey, and entirely devoid of flashy ornamentation). Very quickly, though, her attention seemed drawn to the thin sliver of the sky that was visible (not much of a view under a canopy in a dugout in the sand, but something). As the others discussed matters, she moved to the edge of the shelter and looked around, as best she could.
She had seen the sky before, of course, and from some of the taller towers in the city one could see at least some of the desert. This was different- they were actually OUTSIDE the walls. Even the air seemed different- cleaner than even the best-maintained districts, but drier too... She had heard many tales and songs over the years that spoke of 'the desert winds'- some with longing, some with warning; now she knew what they meant. She hardly even seemed to hear Shen's question, or anything that the others were discussing- for those first few minutes she simply stood gazing outward. For a moment or two she pulled her veil aside, just to feel the brush of the dry, hot breeze across her face.
Only then, at least, did she tug her veil back into place and turn back to the group. She leaned back into her crate to pull out her bow, a quiver, and a small satchel- with those in hand, she stepped a bit closer to the others, rejoining the circle of conversation...
[sblock= OOC] Not proficient in Nature or Arcana (yet). I'd like to add a last-minute purchase of a Healer's kit (before we got in the crates, of course), and I'm going to put a note on her sheet about what she is actually carrying for this run, as opposed to what was left in her room in the city). Okay? [/sblock]
She had seen the sky before, of course, and from some of the taller towers in the city one could see at least some of the desert. This was different- they were actually OUTSIDE the walls. Even the air seemed different- cleaner than even the best-maintained districts, but drier too... She had heard many tales and songs over the years that spoke of 'the desert winds'- some with longing, some with warning; now she knew what they meant. She hardly even seemed to hear Shen's question, or anything that the others were discussing- for those first few minutes she simply stood gazing outward. For a moment or two she pulled her veil aside, just to feel the brush of the dry, hot breeze across her face.
Only then, at least, did she tug her veil back into place and turn back to the group. She leaned back into her crate to pull out her bow, a quiver, and a small satchel- with those in hand, she stepped a bit closer to the others, rejoining the circle of conversation...
[sblock= OOC] Not proficient in Nature or Arcana (yet). I'd like to add a last-minute purchase of a Healer's kit (before we got in the crates, of course), and I'm going to put a note on her sheet about what she is actually carrying for this run, as opposed to what was left in her room in the city). Okay? [/sblock]
Trogdor1992
First Post
"While I understand your reasoning for wanting to check me for disease, I would much prefer if one of the ladies here could check me instead." Caving, Isaac undresses and allows himself to be checked.
The half-elf apologised to Alejandro, stating he will stick to the more formal handshake from this point on. He absent-mindedly scratches behind his head as he thinks on the answer to Daedarais question;
"Well, yeah, they can, but like I said, people who catch this thing tend to run off at the climax of the disease.
It's mainly the drunks and the derelicts who don't look after themselves who end up leaving it for too long without getting it treated. Sometimes, mind you, you'll get an unlucky sod who will simply not see the blotch because it might appear on their back or something.
First person witnessed with this illness, it was some human woman errrr... Cara? Nareen? Dareen? Something like that I dunno. Disappeared about 2 weeks ago, burst out into the city centre one night screeching and screaming, well people came out to see what the fuss was about.
There she was bobbing her head up and down like a crazy; one guy tries approaching her to calm her down, puts his hand on her shoulder and she bites him! 'What is your problem?!?' he says, and she snarls something like 'I couldn't' or something weird like that. As she says that, a couple of drunkards sneak up behind her.
They probably wanted to look like they were helping so they could have the opportunity to pickpocket her. So they sneak up behind her and as one grabs her from behind she reaches behind her as best she can and scratches him a little on he face and then leans forward and bites the ear of the other bloke who tried to lift her up by the legs. This was just enough of a distraction to give her the time for her to break free and run away screaming and foaming at the mouth.
We didn't think anything of it until it had spread to others later on. One of the blokes bitten used a local brothel more than a couple of times and.... well, you can imagine how things spread rapidly from there"
The half-elf finishes scratching and looks around, "You know, I don't mean to be rude, but I'd say we should get moving now. Everyone's 'Red Death' free here and you can always find out more later. I don't really know why they call it 'Red DEATH' though. The only people who have died from it were the crazies who have attacked guardsmen and ended up cut to ribbons and thrown into the muck below"
"Well, yeah, they can, but like I said, people who catch this thing tend to run off at the climax of the disease.
It's mainly the drunks and the derelicts who don't look after themselves who end up leaving it for too long without getting it treated. Sometimes, mind you, you'll get an unlucky sod who will simply not see the blotch because it might appear on their back or something.
First person witnessed with this illness, it was some human woman errrr... Cara? Nareen? Dareen? Something like that I dunno. Disappeared about 2 weeks ago, burst out into the city centre one night screeching and screaming, well people came out to see what the fuss was about.
There she was bobbing her head up and down like a crazy; one guy tries approaching her to calm her down, puts his hand on her shoulder and she bites him! 'What is your problem?!?' he says, and she snarls something like 'I couldn't' or something weird like that. As she says that, a couple of drunkards sneak up behind her.
They probably wanted to look like they were helping so they could have the opportunity to pickpocket her. So they sneak up behind her and as one grabs her from behind she reaches behind her as best she can and scratches him a little on he face and then leans forward and bites the ear of the other bloke who tried to lift her up by the legs. This was just enough of a distraction to give her the time for her to break free and run away screaming and foaming at the mouth.
We didn't think anything of it until it had spread to others later on. One of the blokes bitten used a local brothel more than a couple of times and.... well, you can imagine how things spread rapidly from there"
The half-elf finishes scratching and looks around, "You know, I don't mean to be rude, but I'd say we should get moving now. Everyone's 'Red Death' free here and you can always find out more later. I don't really know why they call it 'Red DEATH' though. The only people who have died from it were the crazies who have attacked guardsmen and ended up cut to ribbons and thrown into the muck below"
Last edited:
Similar Threads
