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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3673966" data-attributes="member: 18108">Clearing UpWe did what we could in the next hour, finding the latrines where the broo had been fouling the river, and no doubt causing the plague downstream. We waited to go over the spoils of the battle and cave at a later, more concerned over the continued spasms Saxony was suffering and the sneezes which threatened to overcome Hoisin. Even Liverpate was ill, feeling the effects of another unnamed disease.The healing packs given to us in Johnstown of no use, we retreated from the cave, found Drake and the horses, and started back toward civilisation as quickly as we could. Keeled over in the saddle, Hoisin felt himself nearly torn apart by the sneezing, and required what meagre healing prayers we could muster between us.After a few hours, we bedded down, but spent a restless night tending to our companions. Neither the sneezing Initiate of Humakt nor our handsome spasm-wracked companion could sleep, leaving Liverpate and myself to provide a tired watch and act as bedside attendants. As our magic was restored to us, we spent most of it on Hosin, and he was almost lost to us several times that night. We spent much of our time covering our ears and hoping no creatures of the night would find us. No creatures did find us, and by dawn both of my companions were slightly better. By midday it was evident that they were over the worst of it. In the weeks to come we made our way back to a temple of Lankar Mhy, who made sure we had no plagues or worst about us still. From what we told them of our encounters with the broo, they suspected Mallea cultists to be involved. She is the chaos goddess of disease, a cell of which created havoc in Jonstown a while ago. We took the time to return to Weis and bring what help and comfort we could, checking that no broo or other creatures had returned to the river caverns upstream from the town.There are still too few people here, and many houses lie empty. The scarred faces and haunted eyes of the townsfolk suggest that Weis will take a long time to be healed. They will need faith and courage. The most important thing they require is years of peace. Otherwise this will become another ruin on the landscape, abandoned to the ravages of chaos. We were rewarded by the Cult of Humakt when we returned, and it was agreed that they would work on our physical training, improving our strength and stamina through strict training regimes. Over the month following my companions fared well, Hoisin becoming a Sword-Brother of Humakt, initiated as a priest in the mysteries of Rune Magic. Liverpate impressed the priests enough to become an initiate, taking on the gifts and geasan which go with the position. We celebrated both of these events with an excess of drinking, feasting and merriment. The mornings after were not ones spent in prayer to the Sun Lord. Drake disappeared into the inner precincts of the Humakt temple and Saxony spent his time bedding pretty girls and working on his muscles.For myself, I worked on my swordsmanship, scouting skills and learnt a new spell, which sets fire a dart, arrow or javelin. It was a favourite trick of my cousin Teal’s, giving him the name Flameshot. I also oversaw the division and selling of our spoils, which most of us spent before time of the Humakti tithe came around. My husband was nowhere to be found and the priests of Yelmalio paid little attention to me. A visit to my family yielded news of the Yalmalio expedition into Balazor, following the map we had found from the troll there. The griffyn riders had faced greater dangers than expected, suffering losses to a dream dragon’s ghost and other perils. We would never have survived the dangers, so selling the map was most definitely in our favour.For a short time, we had peace in Jonstown.</blockquote>

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