A dark veil of clouds shrouded the eight moons of Khurun, leaving but a glimmer of pale light to illuminate the path towards the village of Misaya. It was a humble, and wholly unremarkable, cropping of single-story dwellings built on raised earth foundations and sloped roof structures along the winding river.
Unremarkable, if not for the malodor of sickness and stagnant water permeating the night air.
The people of Misaya were, according to rumor, struck by a sudden wave of illness. It first manifested as an unusually high fever, then followed by full body shivers and pains. Those afflicted found it impossible to eat. Food turned to rot inside their mouth and water tasted acrid. After a few days without proper nourishment, the ill spiraled into bouts of delirium, becoming a danger to not only themselves but to those around them as well.
Was it an outbreak of plague, a man-made consequence of hoarded wealth and pitiable living conditions, or a symptom of Blight taking root in the valley? Regardless of the source, one must diligently prune a tree of its dead branches and withered roots if it is to survive the coming seasons.
Wisps of rolling mist parted as Yuva emerged from somewhere within its depths. Were it not for the delicate chime of the bell affixed to the sash around his waist, his presence would’ve certainly gone unnoticed to the average citizen.
”You walk under an ominous sky tonight, stranger.” He raised the paper lantern as he strode past the traveller, fanged half-mask glinting in its orange-yellow glow. ”Travel with caution.”
Unremarkable, if not for the malodor of sickness and stagnant water permeating the night air.
The people of Misaya were, according to rumor, struck by a sudden wave of illness. It first manifested as an unusually high fever, then followed by full body shivers and pains. Those afflicted found it impossible to eat. Food turned to rot inside their mouth and water tasted acrid. After a few days without proper nourishment, the ill spiraled into bouts of delirium, becoming a danger to not only themselves but to those around them as well.
Was it an outbreak of plague, a man-made consequence of hoarded wealth and pitiable living conditions, or a symptom of Blight taking root in the valley? Regardless of the source, one must diligently prune a tree of its dead branches and withered roots if it is to survive the coming seasons.
Wisps of rolling mist parted as Yuva emerged from somewhere within its depths. Were it not for the delicate chime of the bell affixed to the sash around his waist, his presence would’ve certainly gone unnoticed to the average citizen.
”You walk under an ominous sky tonight, stranger.” He raised the paper lantern as he strode past the traveller, fanged half-mask glinting in its orange-yellow glow. ”Travel with caution.”
