A child walks by a group of elves and as they eat some of their fruit from the normal vendor, they suddenly begins to scream. Their eyes turn Red and vain's are visible. Several keel over almost instantly while the screaming elves cause the child to run away in fright and panic. He shouts about as he suddenly sees dwarf nearby fall down in pain…
~ To quote a Rumor
Marr watches, he listens and he worries for his kin and the so called "lowfolk." He witnesses a fellow elven soul perish by the poisoned food and he rushes to the body. He does not tamper with the bodies of those he comes across. Instead he takes the fruit delicately and picks it up with a cloth, placing them in a tight and small pouch made of animal stomach. As quickly as he comes he is gone.
Now, I just have to find Sir Knight, or Celeste and they can tell what poison is... I hope... Must preserve this until find them...
*Cel lays in bed and sighs deeply while she fiddles with a jewel in hand shaped like a tear. The morning quickly caught up with her as she was up late, but she sits up to comb her hair when she hears a scream...! Cel gets up and runs to the neighboring room in Vissen inn. She knocks on the door hard.*
"Are you okay? Hello! *Knock knock* Can you answer me?"
The screaming intensifies and she draws her sword as she uses a sound blast to blow down the door. A Half Elf is squirming with red eyes and mostly visible veins. She looks him over and it doesn't seem to be something a disease has done as she attempts divine magics to remove it. Cel runs back to the room to get some medical supplies. Maybe this was a poison that could be treated. A dash puts her back in the room with the Half Elf. As she kneels down next too him he grabs her let and looks on her with desperation. She pulls up his shirt and looks for any way it could have gotten in. Pulls up his pants legs...was it a bite? Looks on his neck and arms...NOTHING! She takes a decisive cocktail of different herbs and items and crushes them together quickly.
"Hang on, hang on, HANG ON! One minute!"
As she finishes the cocktail and opens his mouth...it is too late...
"No...I...wake up. Come on...don't give up now, please?"
She frowns and wipes an eye as she resumes to look for any physical marks...nothing that has breeched his skin. Her eyes look around and there is a dinner plate with some food that had been bitten and eaten. Several items lay on the tray...all looking like normal everyday food. The clothes in the closet don't seem to be different either.
"Steak...potatoes...vegetables...some red wine...cilantro accent on the top of the steak...carrots...a peach. Damn..."
A distraught face takes her and with that she goes back to her room to get dressed and makes her way to the ministry with a sprint as some other screams are heard on the run down there.
Cel decided not to mess with the scene and instead makes a report to the Investigator Darius...
The night is far spent, the day is at hand;
Let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us wear the armor of light.
The rumors of the poison travel fast, even to Lendose where Phelan usually stays. He grimmaces at the news.
"More evidence that this is a Canite plot," he mutters, "the poison targets those that are resistant to Azai's influence, the demi-humans and lowfolk..."
"But how can such a poison be so widespread..." the sorcerer grimmaces, healing and poisons were not his specialty, he understood only the very basics. Marie in the temple of Faralis would be the best bet to uncover the vector the poison was using.
- Peregrinus Canas Delenda Est! Remember to use the Dasaria Wiki!
Steward Thayne Achius Rhaz goes before a gathered group of concerned citizens in front of the Temple of Faralis, his ever present Elven companion Tahl'nae standing at his side. Gathered possibly for the Priestess' knowledge of alchemy and plants. Thayne raises his arms to speak. "Please, I know some of you are scared, there seems to be much danger about, and chaos brewing, but there are answers. We can find them! In my employ I have an individual with an expertise in poisons both local and exotic. Please, with the utmost care bring to us any of the poisoned food and drink you may come across. The sooner we can figure out what it is that is targeting the people of our fair city, the sooner we can develop an antidote."
He looks around them, mostly the Non-humans and speaks with poise and compassion in his tone. "I know you are wary, distrustful even, given the rumors of the source of this, But House Rhaz seeks to aid Cear in this time of crisis. Just this morning I have had My ships dispatched from Cuhanna bearing fresh fruits and vegetables, Wine and Water. Bread and as much various poison antidotes as we could get our hands on. In place of slaves and gladiators we will have survival! It will take a fortnight to arrive in Cear and we will only be charging half the local market price here. We will continue sending for such supplies until this crisis is over! But I ask one thing of you. Try to remain calm, level-headed, we are all in this together. The intent of this attack is only to confuse and weaken us, but we are MIGHTY! We have the resolve to withstand challenge and overcome!"
Thayne looks about them and then to his woman, giving a confident look. "We will get through this. All of us."
A thin plume of smoke rises a league beyond Cear's wall. The elven Huntress throws another branch on the fire and the smoke lightens. Her urban brethren may have gone a bit native, but fifty years isn't nearly enough to forget which signal fire means what. The plump snuffling badger on the edge of her camp hasn't forgotten, and even the idiot Thyver probably knows what an offering looks like. Not that she's setting the bar very high in Thyver's case.
Ki has provided many boars today. It will be good to share her handiwork.
The vengeance will of course come later. The very nature of balance assures it.
Korgov Valley outside Aucklorn Mill was considerably misty, as the moon reached it's highest point, Xarion Black sat by a campfire poking the burning logs with his blade, he looked up to see a hooded man awaiting for his attention. Motioning the man forward, few words were exchanged before the man was dismissed and faded back into the mist he appeared from. Knowing further details on what was occurring within Cear, he sat down and smirked to himself, taking a swig from his flask afterwards before finally muttering to himself "I do enjoy town's in a state of chaos, this could play out rather amusing perhaps..."
Time Passes and a few ships arrive, under the banner of House Rhaz. They begin to distribute clean water and wine, and fresh fruits and meats to the "Lowfolk" of Cear. A few thugs guarding the process and turning away disgruntled people. True to thaynes words the food and drink is half the price it is usually in the market. Elves and Dwarves are given preference over any humans who may seek to purchase form them.
Marr, Lillina and Celestia had taken a deal of time to visit the Kalem who have been known to be a deal in every underhand in the city. They all shift through crate after crate to find any remnants of the stock before they are shipped out. They spent hours burning and destroying the leftovers in Kalem hide out, and of course they were not happy in the end.
This following earlier events dealing with the Champions of Light, Alexander, Zeo, and with Darion's blessing. Though the clues had escaped the heroes earlier on, other sources managed to find the solution in a sudden event to hit the source. They had shifted through a shop owner's private cavern in which demons had been supplying the poison. The cavern was destroyed in a desperate attempt to rid the poison's continued creation.
There was one more thing to do...clean out the stocks of the markets with permission from proper authority.
The night is far spent, the day is at hand;
Let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us wear the armor of light.
