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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3640457" data-attributes="member: 18108">Plague TownA week’s uneventful travel brought us to devastated town of Weis, the town we were tasked to save. An armoured rider stopped us before we reached town, hailing Drake by name from the road ahead. My heart started to beat faster as soon as I laid eyes on him, for he is a tall, lithe man, with a face of heroes. His sparkling eyes held a confidence about them, and he bore the symbol of Humakt. Saxony Rouen stayed behind to wait for Drake, keeping an eye out for the broo and any other developments. He is another warrior of the Cult of Glory, although not an initiate like Hoisin and Drake. Unlike the other two, he carries a mace instead of blades, combined with a small shield. He also shows more strategic awareness, being armed with a crossbow, thus able to take part in battle at range. Saxony also has looks to charm any woman, a calm confidence and a look of competence about him. I gather he hasn’t enjoyed watching over a diseased ruin for the last weeks.Weis is a wrecked shadow of what it once was. Most of the populace that remain reside in mud huts, desperately trying to find scraps of food on which to survive. In the streets, rotting corpses still lie where they fell, with no-one to tend to the. The people have been hit by various diseases, most of which I know no name for. Weeping sores, rashes of boils, distorted limbs, plague madness, coughing fevers, maladies that kill from the inside and the outside, affecting almost every part of the body. They’ve had it all. Districts of Jonstown were quarantined over a year ago, hit by similar problems.There was little for Saxony to tell us that we could no see with our own eyes. His main source of information in the remains of Weis was an insane old woman, who tended to her squawking mangy chickens. Things were still bad in the town, and unlikely to get better. There was one sighting of the broo, upriver along the Villnar, the large river which wends its way down the valley and through the town. In this terrain, there are few farmsteads or other outlying pockets of civilisation. Only the wretched people who needed our aid.I know little of the broo, having never encountered them before. But both Drake and Hoisin have battled a warband of them in the past. They are hideous creatures, perversions of nature which combine aspects of beast and man, walking on two legs like us. Many are horned and mutations are rife among their kind, as are diseases and other maladies. They are beasts of Chaos, to be shown no mercy by us or our kind. I suspect that even the trolls despise them.Avoiding Weis for the time being, we decided to search upriver for the source of the disease and any more signs of broo activity. I tasted the water without drinking it, and although its odour was pure, there was a tang of something else in the river. Something foul. Orville flew far and wide, but reported little more than rolling hills and a verdant valley. Drake scoured the banks of the Villnar, picking herbs to help heal wounds and combat disease. Our own hunt for tracks or other clues bore no fruit, and we camped several miles upriver from the town, ready to follow the river to its source on the next day. After a night of double watches, we followed the river to its source, where it burst from a wide cave entrance, as tall as six men, tumbling down small waterfalls before settling into the Villnar. Scouting ahead on my own, I found signs of a single pair of tracks, made by some sort of humanoid coming out of the cave, and wide ledges either side of the water, leading further into darkness. When the others joined my, Saxony’s keen eyes found more tracks, this time returning to the cave, and about a week old.Preparing for trouble, we made ready to enter the cave.</blockquote>

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