The Farmhouse
Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
The remaining party at the farm spend nearly thirty minutes tending to the fires. As they gather once more they notice with the carcasses burning the flies and gnats have dispersed. Suddenly they hear a SNAP! and a CRACK! and the main beam of the barn's roof breaks and collapses into the barn. As it does the entire roof falls inward and downward into the fire. The fire seems to swell and then thrusts up into the night sky. Embers and sparks fly everywhere as this happens but they quickly fade into nothing. The fire of the house and the barn will rage throughout most the night. The smaller fires seem to be burning but they will not last for more than a few hours once all the fuel is exhausted in them.
Harry wipes the ash and dirt from his face as best he can, glad he did not need to summon his more powerful magicks yet.
I always be wonderin'...will this be th' time the Madness strikes?
Once the fires have ebbed into something more manageable he takes a moment to gaze up at the stars lost in his thoughts...though the astute could see the trails of freshly made tears on his cheeks.
Bynoth watches the fire rage with a grim set - the hellish flames illuminating his stern countenance;
"I pray this is both a pyre for the pestilence itself as much as those it claimed. If not our work will continue... By fire, flail and faith this plague, and its chaos, will be conquered and o'ercome."
Sweating with the others, as the fires burn, Perri ignores the pandering of Bynoth while he wonders whether he should trust the water from the well. Eventually deciding not to risk it, he moves a little further away from the fire, trying to cool off, some.
Thanim breathes deep and waits for the others to leave. "This disease is usually carried by vermin and pests, but humans too can transmit it. I do not mean to give contradicting advice, but I do mean to say to use good judgment. Do not turn one away simply because he is unknown or from the north, but if he is sickly, be cautious. Unfortunately, the sickness begins as many others: chills, fever, generally feeling unwell. But soon, the buboes appear." Thanim illustrates by point to and touching his neck, armpits, and groin, "These swellings are the key sign of the Plague. If someone shows these..." He shakes his head.
"My companions have gathered and burned the infected carcasses, but several days must pass before it is safe to visit the farm." Thanim's eyes well a bit as he says, "The entire family is dead. All, including the traveler, were buried except for the parents and grandfather. They were still in their beds; the parents had been dead for some time; the grandfather passed immediately after we spoke. He was obviously a strong man, holding on until he could tell his story." He pauses and looks toward the distant flames, "By now, they will have been buried by fire."
Thanim looks back at the farmer, "News of this must be passed to the Church of Pelor in Burle. They will handle it appropriately; others may not be so... responsible. I must stay to check and possibly care for my companions. Is there one you can trust to deliver such a message?"
The Farmhouse - The Scared Farmers
Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
The first old farmer, Willin you believe his name is from listening to them banter back and forth, turns to the both of you. "We are grateful for helpin. It ain't often that strangers would put themselves in harms way like you do'in now. There is an old cabin just south of the farm, about ten minutes are so with an easy walk. It was their first home while when they were a young couple while they cleared the land and set the stones. It is right by a creek and the water doesn't flow near their farm. It is a small place but his wife kept the place up when she could. It should offer you lodging for the night and a place to rest and eat. It won't be much but there will be enough room for you all to bed down out of the cold night air with a secure door and windows." With that the rest of the farmers make their way back down the trail towards the main road and their own farmsteads.
The Farmhouse
Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
Thanim and Maja make their way back towards the farmstead. Both wondering to themselves want would be in store for them in the morning. Would Thanim and Bynoth be dealing with infected companions... Thanim knew he had never seen or heard of the bubonic plague doing this in the manner it did with such efficiency. It scared the healer and if this is what so many were facing there was cause to be frightened.
"Aye that be a bit of good news," Harry nods in agreement, "I think th' fires will stay under control fer now but I don't want to leave them unattended. A firestorm can be just as deadly as th' Plague!"
well Thanim you best take a look at the rest of us to see if we got sick and we will all want to boil our clothes and clean off in the same hot water as well when we rest. Sylas says hopeful they are all alright
Thanim thanks Willin for letting them know about the cabin, "The cabin will be better shelter than we could have expected. It will be very useful if it turns out I need to care for anyone."
As they walk back to the farm, Thanim breathes a sigh of relief, "That went as well as we could have hoped. They were clearly agitated, but you immediately put them at ease." He smiles, "Seems we make a pretty good team. Now let's get back and see how everyone else is doing."
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Coming down the path, Thanim sees just how big the fires are. The group certainly got a lot done while they were talking with the neighbors. The firelight casts long shadows, and the the heat and smoke have run off all the pests. It's actually kind of pleasant in an oblivious, innocent way. He looks around and a weight falls upon him. The area is so beautiful. It's easy to see why they would settle here and try to make a happy life. But what a tragic end. Their lives are over, much of their life's work destroyed, consumed in a single night in a fire that will be but ash in a few hours. He stifles a huff at the realization and slows his walk, looking down at the tendrils of grass trying to reclaim the dirt worn free of vegetation. He stops, yanks a strand free of the dirt, and tosses it back into the field. "That's all we can do. One good act at a time, but when all do what they can, the line is held, and good prevails. Praise Pelor." The thought makes him feel a little bit better, but the feeling quickly passes. This is going to take some time; it's barely been a couple weeks since Wigger and Cwenhild...
He walks quickly to catch back up with Maja and nods his head at her and the others' words. "Let me examine all of us. If it looks like any of us have been infected, we'll need to split into 2 groups until we've recovered."
The Farmhouse of Plague
Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
Perri, Harry, Cerilis, Bynoth, and Sylas gathered in the farmyard between what is now two very large fires see Maja and Thanim come out of the treeline along the trail towards the gate. The group notices they are walking with a relaxed gate and don't seem rushed in the least... Perri's shoulders relax a bit knowing that means the discussions with the group must of went well. He looks further down the trail and can see the glow of torches and he watches them after a few moments can see they are moving away from the farmstead. Sylas notices it as well and they both share a glance and a nod. Sylas had seen Thanim and Maja get them out of a spot or two on numerous occasions in the Dreadwood. He wasn't surprised they did it tonight as well. Thankful they did...Sylas turns his head as he coughs...not sure if it is the smoke, the dry air...or something else...
far more dangerous. Has Sylas finishes coughing Perri is staring at him with a deeply concerned look.
The group waits for the two to make their way back up to what remains of the farm. By tomorrow morning no barn, no house, and no animals will be left only a stone walled meadow and the burnt out remains of what was...
The two diplomats finally make it to the rest of the group...passing along the events with farmers he begins to inspect his friends.
Each takes nearly ten minutes but it is obvious that Bynoth and Sylas are not affected by the sickness. Harry, Perri, and Sylas have what appear to be swollen glands at the throat, armpits, and neck. They have the makings of a slight fever as well. As Thanim inspects the party he moves Maja, Sylas, and Bynoth away into a separate group. By the time he is done three of his companions stand with him. Thanim pauses for a moment staring at the fire. His skills will be put to the test. He has never seen a sickness like this and rumors have spread of this disease bringing much more than just the plague. What is in store for his companions he does not know but he will do what he can as best he can.
Thanim finshes the examinations. He takes a moment as he realizes that three of his friends have contracted the Plague. "Just like the family. They didn't ask for it, yet they got it." He asks everyone to gather and clears his throat, "I have bad news. We did not escape unscathed. Harry, Perri, and Cerilis, you three are infected, but don't worry! I have my satchel, my skill, and my god! You will all be made whole!" He pats the leather bag hanging at his hip and puts on a brave face. "Come with me to the cabin and we will start your treatment. It will not be easy, but we can do it. Even if all goes perfectly, we will need 3 days, so those who are not ill should set up camp, hunt, and gather food."
He leads the way to the cabin and opens the door. "Tonight we will stay in here. If the sun is out tomorrow, we can move outside to get some healing rays of Sol." He looks at his patients, smiles, and says, "Let's get your bedding in place, and we can begin."
Thanim helps prepare the cabin, then kneels, facing towards where the sun set. "I am a healer. I heal those who are in need and ask for aid. Guide my hands and open my eyes. Grant me thy judgment that I may do good and heal the sick."
When he hears that he has contracted the deadly Plague Harry fights a rising sense of panic, despite the reassuring words of Thanim. Still the news not every one had contracted it was welcome.
Aye I hope it was worth it after all this...
"Aye we all be doin our best here...I be hearin' if'n get gots the Plague that it attacks yer will along with yer body." He turns to his fellow Plague victims, "I dinnae know if we kin beat this but I know I will not give up here! And neither will any of us! Thanim will not let us down!"
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Bynoth eyes his companions who Thanim decrees are victims of the plague.
As the priest of Pelor offers treatment and remedy, the war-priest offers his aid and support;
"Should the healing mercies of Sol and Pelor fail, know I will be on hand to cleanse your pestilence riddled flesh with fire and iron."
Perri puts up with the inspection, but obviously doubts the results. Bynoth's bluster is met with a look that promises a different result.
Perri allows himself to be pushed along with the supposedly infected.
Sylas also sets up camp with Maja happily getting wood and also saying you think we can hunt safely around here?
The Farmhouse
Late Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
Thanim guides Harry, Perri, and Cerilis to the cabin just a few hundred yards from the farmstead. Thanim finds a trail that runs along a small creek just outside of the meadow stone walls. It runs into a small log cabin with a wood slate roof in somewhat poor shape and covered in moss. Thanim walks up to the door along with Perri and they both look inside the one window on the door side. It is an old cabin, maybe twenty or thirty years old and a single room. It has one large bed in the northeast corner. There is a long wooden plank table on the south wall with a washing basin and two water pitchers. Some basic cooking pots, spoons, and ladles hang from the walls over the table as well. On the same wall is a small fireplace and there is a copper bin with wood, enough to probably get through a spring night, piled in it. There are blankets, towels, and linens piled on a small shelf near the table. It is not much but it will easily house the four companions for a few nights.
Harry sees a cooking fire outside and to the left of the cabin. It has some sort of spit and grill as well as a cooking pot that can be set up under a covered area. All of which look to have been oiled and taken care off.
There is also a full cord of hardwood covered on the same side as well. There is an outhouse not five paces behind the cabin and a smokehouse of sorts ten paces or so to the west.
Thanim looks at his three companions and sees they are all exhausted...the physical toll of both the journey, the quick work at the farmstead taking care of the animals, and the buildings was bad enough but the emotional toll on them of knowing what is ahead has also had an effect. The rumors of this sickness weigh heavy on their minds after seeing the actual effects of it on the farmers.
Sylas also sets up camp with Maja happily getting wood and also saying you think we can hunt safely around here?
"Good point. The animals in these parts may now be infected. Perhaps a soup, as Maja suggested is best."
Thanim sits down on one of the cabin steps. A breeze blows through his hair, and he gives it a quick shake. He rubs his knees and exhales in nervous concern. "Be strong," he thinks, "With Pelor's help we will get through this. Just keep the healthy away and use the gifts of Pelor..." He stands and reenters the cabin. He looks at the three, "Hmm. The number one thing is to get rest. Well, that and stay away from the others. This is where we get better. That is our focus. You will get feverish and will feel weak. That is normal for this disease, but I will be here to care for you. It is important that you drink plenty of water. Anything you need, ask. Any discomfort you feel, speak up. I will do all that I can, and with Pelor, we will be healthy once more." He smiles to hide his anxiety. He has studied and trained for this, but the stories he's heard... They give him pause. Nobody seems to know for sure what this really is. He will simply put his faith in Pelor and do what he can.
Thanim keeps his mouth, nose, and hands covered. He walks to the closest patient and begins to tend to him. He pats a damp cloth across his forehead and makes sure he is covered and comfortable. "Go to sleep. Get some rest. I'll watch over you through the night." He treats the others likewise, then steps outside to speak with the rest.
"I will not be able to remain awake throughout this entire... treatment. I do not want to endanger anyone else, so do not enter the cabin, but when I sleep, I will need someone nearby to listen and otherwise pay attention. I will sleep at the entrance, so that I may be awakened if necessary." He looks around and finds a long stick. "Prod me with this. Come no closer than required. This will take a few days, but we'll make it." He pauses as if done speaking, but starts back again, "Ohh, please get us some water for the night. And whatever can be done to keep vermin and pests away would be helpful, too."
Thanim, Maja and I can do guard duty when you sleep just give us a signal and we will keep watch of you and the cabin Sylas says with a wave and a smile.
Thanim hovers around his patients, ensuring they have food, water, and the necessary care. He occasionally digs into his satchel to pull a bandage or administer a specialized medicine that he believes may have good effect. He is often caught muttering a prayer to himself as he goes about his tasks and seems extraordinarily focused on their condition and noting what efforts seem to make a difference.
"Pelor, I do this good. May it fight the evil and purify these, my friends and companions, that together we may continue to hold the darkness at bay."
Baltron's Beacon
The Farmhouse
Evening
4th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 2)
Thanim guides Harry, Perri, and Cerilis
Thanim spends the night caring for his three companions. All three at some point break out in night sweats and take to a fever but Thanim's skill as a healer gets them through the night. All three toss and turn as if having horrible dreams...mumbling in their sleep in some nonsensical language that Thanim has never heard.
As you gain some level of comfort from the warm fire and settle down to sleep exhaustion washes over you quickly. Before you know it you're in the midst of sleeping. Your body relaxes and you drift off deeper and deeper into the rest your body needs to recover.
You awaken sometime in the late hour to what you think is a snap or pop in the fire. It startles you enough for your body to pop and you come up quickly and look around. The fire again POPS--CRACKS and amber sparks fly in and about the fireplace. You look around and see your two companions sleeping in the room and Thanim position on the floor by the door with his blanket over him soundly asleep. The air is still...at first you feel as if there is not enough to of it in the room to take a full breath. Then the smell of something acidic..it burns the noise but the scent is faint...as if it is burning ash or something foul. It goes away after a moment. You look around the room and you notice the corners of the roof up in the low rafters it is much darker than it should be...the light from the fires should make those corners dim not bathed in total darkness. At first, you think nothing of it...you scan the room one more time before you decide to reposition your blanket and go back to sleep. A noise catches your attention...like a cat or an animal moving in the opposite ceiling corner. At first, it is a small noise like a scratching..then as if it is moving from one side of that corner to the other. Several moments go by as you tense and you look about the room for your gear and your weapon. That is when you see the small sharp red eyes in the corner... The pitch black in the corner is overwhelming it seems to have greater depth than any darkness you have ever seen. The eyes seem to appear out of the darkness and float in position for just a bit. That is when you hear this string of sounds...a hum, a low hum at first...it is repeating something in a language you have never heard. You look around expecting to see your friends awaken as the hum is loud now. No one awakens...no one stirs...that is when you turn to check the corner and the eyes are gone. In the next few moments your hair raises as you expect whatever that thing is to be right by you but as you turn and check around you it is not there. It is gone...the room is cold and the air is crisp as the fire is low. Moments go by and nothing stirs and you assume it was your imagination an you return to your sleep.
The rays of dawn can be seen from the window and Thanim being up all night tending to his friends decides to grab a quick nap. His eyes are heavy and his back hurts from leaning over and caring for his companions. He unfolds his blanket and wraps himself up by the door. None of his friends have stirred or moved through the night except for when they had the weird dreams or nightmares and began to mumble in their sleep. Daylight will be upon you in a few short hours.
The Farmhouse
Evening
5th Day of Readying (Early Spring) of 570cy(Day 3)
Maja rounds up rations and scraps together a quick meal before everyone beds down. She takes the rest and gives it out to Sylas and Bynoth. The campfire for the three companions is quiet as the realization that three of their companions are infected with this horrible sickness. Thanim is also still in danger of becoming infected as well...
The three finish up their meals and bed down for the night. The spring night air is cold but it is nothing the companions are not used to and all three of them seem thankful they are not in the cabin. The three of you split the duties of watch and throughout the night you can hear Thanim moving about the cabin tending to his companions...he is up most of the night and it is not until the purple orange haze of dawn sets in that Thanim finally settles down in the cabin.
As the dawn comes Maja awakens and goes to the stream and works on gathering ingredients for the soup she intends on making.
Harry rolls around in his bedroll, the images from his fevered mind mixing with the childhood and other more recent memories of his life. After trying vainly to make sense of the confusing images his body finally drops off to a fitful sleep.
One thought kept running through his mind...If these are products of a fevered imagination...then how do I hear that strange language? Do all Plague victims hear the same thing?
As Perri starts to settle back down, he grabs his bladed scarf, and holds it close . . .. I will yield to nothing. Come for me if you will, but I am not a child to be consumed at ease.
That was a nasty little trip I would rather not see again.
He tries to remain calm and keeps his mind set on the fact that he was around the plague.
Maja
Maja makes her way down to the stream as she does she inspect the flora for items she can add to the soup pot. She manages to find some wild white onions, wild garlic, wild white carrots, and some thyme and rosemary. At the stream, she manages to round up enough fish to make a soup that can feed everyone one serving or so. She also finds some wild berries maybe two pints or so.
She walks back and pulls the cooking pot out that is under the side roof of the cabin. She rounds up some water at the stream and stokes and feeds the fire. She lets the water come to boil and then puts the fish in stirring it to create a broth. Slowly she adds in the vegetables and herbs. It is nothing special but it will feed her friends. She realizes she doesn't have any bowls or spoons...that will need to be addressed.
As the sun begins to rise, Thanim sighs in relief. It's been a long night and it's been uneventful. He's tired, and he will get some sleep, but first, he steps outside and kneels towards the rising sun, "I am thankful as this day begins and your light shines upon me..." When done praying to Pelor, he returns to the cabin, checks his patients once more, and lies down to get some sleep.
Maja
As the sun begins to rise Maja quietly nudges her companions around the fire. Bynoth awakens and in his stern fashion that Maja had become used to he nods and begins to move about preparing for his daily rituals. Sylas seems to move and shift but doesn't seem interested in rising very fast. Maja realizes as she nudges him that he took the brunt of the watch last night.
I need bowls and spoons...didn't think about. There are probably some inside the cabin. If so any we use we will need to put in boiling water as Thanim stated that is the way to ensure they will not make us sick. She looks at the side of the cabin...There is a smaller cooking pot I will go get it and then go to the stream and grab water and set it to boil. If you could round up some bowls and spoons once you are done we can eat and get some food in our sick friend's bellies.
She walks off and grabs the small cooking pot and heads back down to the stream on the same path. The stream is only a short distance away from the cabin and camp (maybe twenty yards are so). She leans over and dips the pot in and cleans it out and then dips it back in so that it fills with water. She looks around the stream , stands back up, and makes her way back to the camp and hangs the pot over the fire. Maja puts a few more pieces of wood on the fire and stokes the embers.
Bynoth undertakes his daily drills and practices, culminating in his mediations on combat scenarios and how he would best overcome the imaginary foes.
At Maja's matriarchal efforts impress even the normally austere priest of war;
"Your work is both tireless and a credit to your people Mistress Hobniz. I hope our companions survive the pestilence to also appreciate them."
Harry
As Thanim finishes his prayers and goes to gather his blankets he arranges them and goes to sleep. A few moments after the Priest of Pelor drifts off into slumber the cabin is quiet. Embers glow and the occasional pop and crackle break the silence in the room for brief moments.
Harry's body seems to go taunt and then his hands react as if waving off something. He begins to mumble something under his breath...incoherent strings of nonsense...broken bits of verse of some unknown language.
Harry awakens...he pops up and sees the cabin is completely empty. Daylight spills inside the two small windows and the fire seems to roar in the fireplace. The half-dwarf rises realizing his mouth is dry and wondering where his friends were...where Thanim was. He sees a pitcher of water and cups on a side table.
As he approaches the water pitcher and cups he sees something move out of the corner of his vision...near the far corner of the fireplace. He turns and sees nothing in the room... He stands there for a few moments staring at the room. He then turns and grabs the pitcher and cup and pours himself water. He takes two long draws from the cup. The water is fresh and cool to his lips and tongue. He goes to take his third drink to finish the cup the taste is salty...metalic and he looks down into the cup and sees the bottom is filled with fresh blood...dark blood...he drops the cup and steps back. Wiping his lips he looks down at his hand covered in smeared blood. He turns quickly to the door. The room seems small, tiny, tight, confining. As he turns he realizes the door is open...it wasn't open a moment ago...and there standing in the doorway is a man...a farmer...an old farmer...but covered in boils. Black, blood filled, puss covered boils; the man's eyes were clouded over...the pupils dead to the world. He steps forward toward Harry and the half-dwarf steps back quickly not knowing what to do as he does he steps into someone else behind him. Harry's head snaps over his shoulder and sees a woman covered in the plague and blood; her mouth opens as if to engulf his face...wider than it should...the smell of death, rot, and a smell of vileness...
Harry jerks awake...covered in sweat...his hair soaked..his muscles in his shoulder and arms burning from being tensed for too long. His fingers ache and he looks down and he can see where his fingertips had scraped the floor causing the tips of his fingers to bruise and redden.
Harry jerks awake...and feels his body aching as if he had spent the entire day up in the riggings of the last schooner he crewed with, back before he had earned the lofty position of Ship Wizard. Glancing down at his bruised fingers with a look of incomprehension he spends a long time trying to piece together what his fevered mind experienced.
A dream...or something else...the EVIL, I felt it! Why did I feel it? The magic in me veins?
He calls out to his two fellow patients, his voice croaking at a level barely above a whisper...
"Dream...did ye dream...what...dream did....did...ye..."
Thanim sleeps a little uneasily as even asleep, he is aware that there are those who need his care. He tosses and turns, but when he awakes, he is grateful for the rest. He checks on his patients then he looks to take care of himself. Without his own strength, he knows he will be unable to care for others. He walks outside, "What are we doing for food?"
Maja
She turns to Thanim after wiping here hands off and stirring the soup. I need bowls and spoons if you have them. I can clean them in the boiling water as you recommended. I have some water ready on the fire but I need bowls to serve everyone...seven if you have them. You can put them on a cloth or rag and I will put the whole thing in the pot.
Thanim can smell the soup and his stomach grumbles in response.
Cerilis and Perri
As the two of you awaken you notice Thanim is out on the porch speaking to Maja and Harry begins to ask you questions as he rises; clearly shaken from something...As he continues to talk something from behind each of you seems to whisper in your ears.. Harry's talking seems to sound as if coming from a long hallway; he seems miles away now.
Suddenly Harry's voice snaps you back into the moment and his voice seems to be booming, loud, and echoing off the walls of the small cabin.
Since Sylas doesn't want to hunt he had purchased some fine fishing gear so he goes down and fishes in the stream near by trying to catch some food for the group.
At Maja's request, Thanim turns and head backs inside the cabin. He briefly looks at his patients to confirm that they are not in immediate need, then he rummages through the cabin's items for bowls, spoons, and a rag. He neatly stacks them, places them on the rag, and takes them out to Maja, "Here you are. Bowls for a soup that is smelling so good right now. Didn't realize how hungry I am. I'm sure the others are as well." He stands there a moment making small talk, not quite ready to go back in. "They are doing reasonably well. It will take some time, but we're going to come out all right." He looks around once more, shrugs his shoulders, and returns to the cabin.
Maja
Maja walks up to Thanim pats him on his back. We are lucky to have the blessing of Pelor and your skill to tend to them. She looks into the cabin and back at Thanim. I will bring you up some bowls in a few minutes and put them on the porch for you along with some fresh water. Make sure you eat and get some rest.
She walks back puts the utensils and bowls along with the rags in the boiling water. She checks the soup and gives the items in the boiling water a few minutes. After a few moments, she pulls them out dries them off over the fire and stacks them up and lays out the utensils. Come get some breakfast while it is hot. She pours four bowls leaving four on the ground. She takes her time and puts all four bowls of soup with a spoon for each on the porch. Thanim, the soup is ready. She walks off and grabs a bowl for herself and sits down and begins to eat it.
Perri strains to hear Harry's voice as it fades, leaning towards him to try to make it clearer, but when the whisper starts he rocks back and starts looking for a source, his eyes getting wider as he can't spot one. When the whispering stops and Harry's voice returns to normal volume, the Rhennee looks at the others in the room before moving to a corner, and trying to keep everyone in front of him.
Thanim gets the bowls and water on the porch, "Thank you Maja. Pelor shines upon you." He steps back in the cabin and gives each patient the soup and water. He talks briefly with each one, judging their conditions.
Harry stares at the Rhennee in confusion as he reacts strangely, trying to quell a growing feeling of terror. Rubbing his hands over his face he tries to calm himself.
Aye...he he sick'en wit' th' Plague too...be easy on 'um...
He starts to walk towards Perri but the arrival of the steaming bowls of soup break his movement, as he realizes just how hungry he truly is. Retreating back to his bed he sits down and gratefully accepts the hot soup. "Thank ye Thanim, fer everyt'ing." He gives the priest a serious look, "We needs ta talk once I have recovered me strength."
Darkness is everywhere and then it is gone, brightness bursts through and brings pain. The darkness returns but is soon again forced out as the light returns. Blinking his eyes, Cerilis slowly awakens from his restless sleep. Sitting up and taking in his surroundings, the young warrior does not feel like himself. He watches as Perri moves off to the corner of the room, his eyes watching him.
Words just at the back of his head harass his emotions to the point of annoyance. He tries to find the source but sees no one there.
Get a grip elf...You are better than this. You are hearing things...The sickness. You have nothing left inside of you, time to eat.
Cerilis nods in thanks to Thanim for the soup.
I gladly take this sickness and suffering anytime. Better me than some innocent child.
As Thanim gives out the soup, he takes a moment with each patient, "Maja and Sylas have prepared this. Taking good care of us." He checks each one, but when Harry makes his cryptic comment, he pauses. "Everything ok? What do you need?"