Topic: The Red Death Plague

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-17 02:03 EST
And so it begins, he thought, he who walks in the mists, he with glee and hated began to spread his plague, a curse upon the living, the victims chosen, a list ready to tally the dead and the sick. His dark touch upon the innocent, the young and old alike.

The young boy and his mother they were first, and how sweet their horror and tears were. Then the famliy of four, mother, father, son and daughter. And soon it would spread, fast with a rage, swift Death was to those who got this Red Death, this plague.

He walked from place to place, house to house, cursing those he sought. but there was also those who touched the cursed, they too would be cursed with this plague, their suffering would be as sweet music to his ears.

And where the DarkHand walked and cursed those he came across, the mists traveled with him, a Herald of Death it was.

((OOC if you wish to get involved, saving lives or trying to find the source of this Red Death, please feel free to post at your leasure. Or anyone who is trying to find a cure. If you have ideas for a possible cure, please PM me, and we shall test your theory.This is an open sl thread and i encourage anyone who wants to, go right ahead and post, if you wish to. I do please ask that there be no superfast cureall or someone uses magic to heal all the sick at once, or that someone uses time travel to stop this from happening.

That would completely ruin anyone else's chance to post and play along. Oh and one important note, this plague does not affect Dragons, the Undead of course, though any Vampires who feast upon those infected, may become carriers, if you want, your choice, Werecreatures and those with regenerative powers are also unharmed. Also any beings of demonic or angelic natures or those who are playing outright immortals are immune as well.

Those who are mortal and have none the above qualities, is subject to infection, if you so choose, otherwise i would not suggest becoming an infected person, this plague kills fast and painfully, and for now there is no known cure or vaccine. Thankyou and good gaming))

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-17 16:26 EST
The Darkhand walked unseen, the mists coneceling him, as he went house to house, each being damned by the Plague. the sweet plague of sorrow and pain he started.

"Lets see,hmmm..." he marked upon his list, each house, each dead victim, each one slain by his work

"50 so far, very nice, very nice indeed, with more in the hospital, and soon to die, next there i shall visit, and count the dead" he moved along, painting his own mark upon each house, a red x, hidden in the mists as he went

Anastas Iskandorj

Date: 2008-02-18 03:39 EST
He was still dressed in military fatigues, and they hadn't been washed in a week of living outside and hiking every day. But there was an intense calm about him, a simultaneous kind of willpower and detachment that can only be found in religious fanatics and Formula 1 test drivers. Anastas was sure he wasn't the later and hoped he wasn't the former.

His mechanical eye hissed ever so slightly as it rotated in his socket. Nothing. No therms and no rads. It was only through hearing that he could find the monster.

"Come out, friend. I have brought a picnic basket. Let us drink tea and speak of charcoal pits."

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-18 04:35 EST
And the man would hear nothing, The DarkHand was silent as the Grave, only would this motral hear the whisper of the wind, and nothing more. He watched this fool try to track him with science.

He thought to himself "if this is the best this world has to offer, then this world be doomed to its dark fate, i shall have my game played out, and prehaps this one will be another victim?"

The DarkHand went along, spreading this Blood curse to others, going about his foul work, unfounded by anyone.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-18 16:27 EST
The Darkhand was most busy indeed last night, gentle folks of Rhydin, he had a message to spread and the message was Death. He driffted about the city, infecting those he found, so they would spread the Red Death to others.

By the night's end, 200 people were dead, with nearly that amount getting sick and in the process of dying, filling up the hospital and clinics. The wails of the sick and those who lost loved ones would start to fill the air with their mournful song.

And the pyres to the south of the city, grew in size, as did their number, seven in all, with 20 of the so-called Grim Brethern carting off the dead to those fires, day and night.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-20 20:15 EST
With no one seeming to care or wishing to stop this foul plague, the tally of the Dead now stood at 640, with more being infected each day, in fact it seemed that the number of infected spiked. And the death rate from the plague was tripling.

"Ah poor Rhydin, you stand by as your city she is doomed, Death through Plague and Blade shall bring you low. Those in power have no care, the dregs will die, thats all that matters, less mouths to feed.

The Living shall be slain, and the Dead will Rule!"

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-23 04:59 EST
The battle begun and soon more plague shall follow, hear now for the screams of terror fill the land, no great heroes, nor quick cures shall stop this, that is if anyone in the mighty city cared. A few to oppose me and my Red Death, and my blade.

But where be the harolding of trumpets, the Angelic host?, ah for you see poor Rhydin you are lost, in mire and arrogence, this be your cost, your souls shall feed a worthier realm to live.

Through death of the Living, the Dead shall reign!

for now it stands that 860 souls have died from my Plague, this not include those slain by my Harvester of Sorrows, nearly a thousand dead by my count, and you do nothing, it would seem those in power care not for your lives. As long as i knock not on their castle doors.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-02-26 02:36 EST
Since Khoss be defeated this night, in the battle for the River bridges, he took his tally of souls by plague, the Red Death, fueled by his anger at defeat, a rariety for him, the Plague did spread, and took many this night.

If not by blade, then by Plague, i shall slay the Living this night, he thought, a spoke a dark curse, full of spite, and it did spread across the city, for Death shall come swift. 500 died this night, their souls fed to the ever hungry mists of Darkon, and thus into the soil, lost Forever.

"I will not be defeated, i shall have victory!" he yelled into the night, no mortal, nor demon, nor angel, nor even so called god, would defeat him. For all bows to Death in the end.

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-01 22:45 EST
The Red Death Plague, a most insidious and terrible plague, as terrible as The well known Black Death of Earth or Ebola, was indeed a fearsome and relentless disease, that struck both young and old, rich and powerful.

This terror of fevers, screams, convulsions, blood sweating from one's pours, the internal organs breaking down, leading to terrible wailing pain and then death, did take its told on the poor city of Rhydin. In all 1,600 dead from this plague, thus far, though it seemed to have died down some, though the plague fires burned still.

For you see it was not done, the Red Death began to spread to other nearby towns and cities, the dying and the dead, were taken to Rhydin, to be burned. Within a few days time, other towns and cities within two days travel started their own fires. The night sky was aglow with the plague fires now.

And still no end in sight to this awful plague. Would there ever be an end to it?

DarkHand

Date: 2008-03-08 05:15 EST
The Red plague seemed to be dorment for the time being, but it flared again to cities in the west and east, with a terrible vengence it struck down the young and the old alike, rich and poor, sparing no one. Within a matter of days the dark hellspawned plague took over 3,000 lives. The wails of the dying and those who lost their loved ones could be heard for miles arround. The Plague fires where many, and lit up the nightsky, with an orange glow.

Horrid was the outcome of a few days, and there were now small villages wiped out from the Red Death plague, ghostly places where there were no sounds but the wind, and the buzz of flies. He who was behind the plague would give no mercy to the living, none at all.