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The Rotten Fruit
In the cobblestone streets, panic swept across the village. It happened, one of them had been afflicted by the curse of brimstone. A dark curse which corrupted the soul of it's host, transforming them into a demonic shell of a person. Their reasoning leaves them, they become hostile and crazed and gain a taste for the flesh of men.
The people were not sure how to react to the arrival of the curse. It would spread to them all eventually. No one knows how it spreads, only that it does. Yet those with magic, the witches and warlocks were immune to the curse. However, it was likely that it was a magic user who began this curse initially.
But no one knew how to stop the curse, if it could be cured or anything. In the panic some people were rushing to leave the village, others were looking to burn the cursed, and a few were seeking the advice of the villages witches.
In this mayhem, a single black cat rushed through the streets with a small mouse beside the cat. "The curse has reached this far it seems." The cat spoke to the mouse telepathically. They were both witches, but not the witches of this particular village. "It will keep spreading, and it seems the witches here won't be of help."
The cat's name was Ashelynn, a cat witch. She came from the east heading west, trying to stay ahead of the curse, and looking for a cure. "If we continue west we will find Westborn, and Zahira." Ashelynn mentioned to her mousey companion. Zahira rules a large city, a witch of ravens. She might know where they could find a cure for the curse, or at the least, find a lead. "Shall we go mousey?"
The people were not sure how to react to the arrival of the curse. It would spread to them all eventually. No one knows how it spreads, only that it does. Yet those with magic, the witches and warlocks were immune to the curse. However, it was likely that it was a magic user who began this curse initially.
But no one knew how to stop the curse, if it could be cured or anything. In the panic some people were rushing to leave the village, others were looking to burn the cursed, and a few were seeking the advice of the villages witches.
In this mayhem, a single black cat rushed through the streets with a small mouse beside the cat. "The curse has reached this far it seems." The cat spoke to the mouse telepathically. They were both witches, but not the witches of this particular village. "It will keep spreading, and it seems the witches here won't be of help."
The cat's name was Ashelynn, a cat witch. She came from the east heading west, trying to stay ahead of the curse, and looking for a cure. "If we continue west we will find Westborn, and Zahira." Ashelynn mentioned to her mousey companion. Zahira rules a large city, a witch of ravens. She might know where they could find a cure for the curse, or at the least, find a lead. "Shall we go mousey?"