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Despite a few odd looks in her direction, Lia gets a list of names, fifteen in total. None of them sound paticularly familiar to her. They all have sort of a pirate's rign to them. "Lemont the Dark," "Jerrod the Crass" and so on.
Though Daniel's line of questioning is certainly appreciated, they are adamant that nothing move in or out of the structure for the time of the quarentine. Food and water are the only exceptions and only due to the necessity.
//As to combat skills, Lana and Daniel find the idea unmanagable in the very limited space provided to them. The tented area only would sleep about 4 people and probably does not allow them enough room to stand full height if either of them is taller than 5'.
"You must wait the full term of your quarantine," the answer comes understandingly, "As terrible as things maybe now, spreading the plague to another place, to friends and loved ones, business partners or anyone else would be a terrible burden, not to mention the effects of what would follow...."
While the first two days might be seen as something of a break to the pair after the significant amount of work leading up to this point, the sounds and needs outside begin to permeate the tent despite it’s somewhat removed location. Muffled through the walls they hear the priests discussing the growing shortage of hands, the trials of the day or the occasional emotional break down of some of the people working in the presence of the ever dying. Once, there was great celebration a child was born near by, though instantly the medical workers begin discussing how terrible it will be for the child to get infected and trying to dream up ways they could halt any spread to this and other young ones throughout the town.
It isn’t until the fourth day that someone comes by to speak with Daniel and Lana about the lack of messenger. They are told that while a few runners could be found, none could be convinced to leave the side of their loved ones in their moments of need to take this message. The few who might have been swayed to do this task feared members of their family would die before they returned from such a far journey. They are told instead that once they are released from observation, they will need to speak with their people on their own. They are told however, that the temple is sending information soon on the types of ingredients that will be helpful in creating more of the early stage cures.
"Please remain here," the priest says with a small nod, "I will make the arrangements to begin your observation period." With that, departs from the small area of the meeting near his temporary lodgings. A short time later Lana and Daniel and shown to a tented area near the temporary clinic and asked to remain there for the duration of their observation.
"I will agree to the observation," he says after some thought, "But also I would like to have some reassurance that it is all for something. Let me check among those who have been treated successfully and see if I can find a runner. Please write a message that is short enough for them to remember if something should happen to it as it will not likely be a currier who is trained for such things. If the reply is something favorible toward the cause and you show no signs, we will release you to make the arrangments with your Angel's guild persons to see what can be done. As well I will contact whom I need to for a list of what would be helpful to the cause."
The priest narrows his eyes shrewdly. They shift between the two speakers silently for a moment.
"This is not some elaborate ruse to be allowed to depart while potentially carrying the plague is it?" he asks, calmly despite the accusitory words, "What sort of assurances might you provide? Given the concern you have about your reputation especially, would I not be wise to ask for proof beyond promises? I haven't even told you what might be acquired for our needs..."
"I see," the Aeridinite answers evenly. "The work on treatments are being done elsewhere at this time, we have not found facilities here that are available to us to make them locally. The processes and proceedures require that we have well funded facilities besides." He pauses and looks the two over for a moment. "Ingredients however, that is our great concern for the moment anyway." The Aeridinite narrows his eyes briefly, clearly an evaluating expression, then steeples his fingers as his hands fold near his waist.
"I do not have the list of ingredients needed to make the Early Cure," he says, seeming to weigh them as he speaks, "But I know that we do not have enough of what is necessary. What's more I know there is a cure that could be made to help any level of illness, appart from those just a short distance from the final crossing. However, we do not have enough of the needed ingredients." He squares his shoulders somewhat, "What exactly did you have in mind to produce these resources if I could get you a list?"
I have confirmed your bug but we are unable to fix it at this time. It's a forums issue that will need to be passed to Orth when he has time to dig into it. However, could you edit your original post with links to the character to expedite his searching when he gets time?
The priest remains largely impassive. If there's any recognition of who they are he says nothing of it. "As the humans have a fondness of saying, 'I am listening....'" he says with the same tone as his other words.
"How can I help you?"
When Lana and Daniel first start asking around, they find that there are no Aeridites present in Bitterridge, though they know that either some passed through or a package from the Aeridites was delivered a week or a little more ago. The package of course contained the successful but only minimally effective treatment for the least ill.
However, a few days later word comes around that Aeridites are indeed on their way to Bitterridge and will be there within the next few days. The rumor is that they are bringing a few of their healers and more of the lesser curing solution to help aid and possibly slow the spread of the plague within Bitterridge.
As suggested, a small group of Aeridites arive. The resplendent group stand out tremendously against the background of depressed and dank Bitterridge now in a constant state of burning and scented by the acridness of burning flesh and the sick. Their handful of members move through the ranks of the neighborhood they are assigned too, healing the healers as much as the sick, with their fresh bodies willing to work a few extra hours so those exposed to the sickness already can take more rest and be more resistant to it’s infection.
The Aeridites too, take audiences, both in preaching the words of comfort and healing to those most in need but also from those seeking their council.
//The conversation that will follow with Daniel and/or Lana can be managed in this thread, or in IRC and reposted upon completion. Please let me know which method you prefer.
The guard tells Vrebel that the safer place is to put them out as the stables also have an infection rate at present.
Vrebel is allowed in when he is finished tending his animal with a final warning of potentially being trapped in city soon.
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You are welcome to pick up where you left off. Just to remind you that this is a series of quests (no less than three!) and may take a little time to get going as the GM in question needs some preapprovals from the lead staff. Make sure you keep your lines of communication open with whatever GM you select (and agrees to run) so that everyone can be on the same page, timing wise.
The only response that Daniel is able to receive directly from his letter quest is from Moraken. The rest of the letters are left at doorsteps with no verification of delivery beyond that.
In the case of Moraken, a letter was returned hastily, delivered by an assistant.
"To Whom It May Concern:
First off, thank you so much for sending potential plague bearers to my door step. I'll remember it always.
Secondly, I am afraid Dragon Plagues are quite far outside my field of study. My best advise is to not bother with them at all. As well, don't bother with the dragons either. It is my experience that it really doesn't go well to march into someone's home and start punching them with wit or steel.
Your historical context seems somewhat narrow, however. Plenarious did not defeat the last plague outbreak on his own. While I am certain the Great BirdLord was involved, it was a concerted effort by a large number of people. Perhaps you could go find one of the others or just bother talking to the Aeridites themselves. If they will have anything to do with you, that is. It is my understanding that the lot of you are really in deep with a number of people.
Good luck Grand Adventurer!"