Post by Avvy on Jul 29, 2014 19:46:46 GMT -5
The following information is the best that we could gather in the days following the outbreak.
Annedhel seems to have gotten sick in the early morning while the Castle and Eledreth fell ill midway through the morning. By noon Faeloth, Kalaram, Ludor and Baraban were beginning to fall ill, and by mid afternoon the entire isle was sick.
The tribes of Annedhel knew how to fight. When the plague struck there was some panic. They gathered at the town to figure out why people were falling ill. They quickly decided to separate again to avoid gathering in large numbers and spreading the illness between them all. They fell into a patrol system, never more than two tribes protecting the town at a time, and then they were only there together as they shifted watch. The sick were allowed to remain in the town while the other tribes patrolled the desert and took turns protecting the sick. When the dead rose up again they were swiftly slaughtered and instead of protecting the town the tribes protected the desert against those who might come through the pass. The affinity towards fire within the desert was a great aid in fighting the undead that rose up. It isn't known if Annedhel truly fell or if the town was abandoned in a strategic move by the weakened tribes. It was the last place to officially fall to the plague, holding out for 54 days before only the dead could be seen walking amongst the silks. There are rumours that some of the tribes are still out in the desert, but they are, at this point, only rumours.
A few people made it out of Baraban alive to tell the tale of the farming town's fall.
Baraban fell not with a fight but with a scream.
There were only a few people living in Dakuto when the plague hit, but many of the rich flocked to it's quiet cliffs to try to escape the sick. When the sick died their bodies were burnt to try to avoid the plague spreading from corpses to the nobles. It wasn't until some of the nobility tried to flee to Dakuto from the zombies that the plague became uncontrollable and Dakuto fell. We estimate that it took about fifteen days for Dakuto to become unlivable, based on some journals we found in the wreckage. The retreat town seems to have been burned down, most likely somebody trying to cull the plague and the undead.
When people fell ill in Eledreth they thought nothing of it, they were used to illness there. Some people from Faeloth village came down to get healed, having the same symptoms. The sick were taken to the temple. Seeing that it appeared to be a plague like disease the priests ordered the gates closed. They hoped to contain the plague to the city but as more and more people arrived at the gates calling for help, sick and dying, as messengers came calling for aid for the king, they realized they were too late. The plague was everywhere. The Ilmatari worked on a cure but the undead rose before they could find one, even then they didn't stop looking. The priests took it in turns to kill the undead again, and to research the cure. Seven days after the dead rose, Eledreth fell.
Kalaram tried to keep the illness quiet. The rich took their sick to the temples, the poor were swept into the slums. When plague status was declared most of the rich sent their sick to the slums as well and barricades were erected to keep the poor in their place. When the dead rose up again panic took full swing in the city. The northern city shut it's gate and took the majority of the guard with them for protection. The already barricaded slums were the first to fall as there were many people, and many sick, it spread like wild fire. The docks became over run not with the dead at first, but with the living, all trying to flee the city by the sea. The slums broke free of the barricades and quickly over ran the merchant quarter and the docks. The north held out longer but soon they too fell, the rich falling to hunger and thirst from poor planning, as they died they rose. None were ready for a fight within their walls. The underbelly of the city lasted the longest, but even those who hid were rooted out by the dead. The city officially fell to the plague 37 days after the initial outbreak.
When the illness fell the people of Faeloth first went to Eledreth to get cured. When the dead began to rise up the people of the village fled to the monastery for safety, as they did any other time danger arose. They locked the doors to keep the dead out while they waited for the army to come help them, an army that never came. The mountains fell with the echoes of screaming.
When the illness first hit the leaders of Ludor used their brains. They didn't wait for help, instead they sent the sick outside the city walls into a small tent city. When the sick died and rose up again they attacked the walls, joined soon by the dead of the forest. The guards tried valiantly to keep them at bay but slowly they lost the gate. Road by road they were pushed back and finally the guards made a last grand stand against the undead, the docks at their backs, while the few survivors fled to the sea in their ships. 39 days after the initial outbreak the city fell and it is debated by those left alive today who was luckier, those who were on the ships, or the land.
Luca had a few who fell sick, but their practice of burning their dead on the ocean prevented them from knowing the truth of what happened at the end of the plague. It wasn't until they sent scouts out to see why the trade caravans hadn't come through in a week that they discovered the truth. One man returned, bleeding and bitten. He claimed that the dead were everywhere on the island and they'd been unable to reach any other towns. Luca closed up their gates and the man was taken to the temple for healing. He succumbed to his illness but rose again before they could burn him, he was able to bite others before they killed him. The undead began to come through the tunnel and through the passes in the mountains and soon the city was under full attack. It was about 35 days after the plague outbreak that Luca fell.
Even below the surface people weren't safe. Aeotvigar felt the chill touch of the plague, though it took longer for it to appear beneath. The dead spread through the tunnels and caves, spreading beneath the surface of the isle. We have no written record of when it finally fell, and those who we have spoken to have no idea of how many days they have been fighting and fleeing for their lives.
Not a whisper has come from the Spire and a few of our rangers have been sent to learn the fate of the mages who could be such a great help to us in this time, however they encountered only the dead, so many dead. It seems that the mages, too, were caught unawares. The Spire fell in silence and alone.
The forest fell as the towns did, with no gates to delay the spread it moved, some animals avoided it, surviving somehow, and adapting to the new dangers. Imrithil attracted the dead like moths to a flame the surrounding area has become truly over run with the dead. There is no sign of the druids who lived within the forest, we hope they are somewhere in hiding however.
The ocean too fell, the ships and boats that carried people fleeing to the waters were ripped apart by strange creatures.
Annedhel seems to have gotten sick in the early morning while the Castle and Eledreth fell ill midway through the morning. By noon Faeloth, Kalaram, Ludor and Baraban were beginning to fall ill, and by mid afternoon the entire isle was sick.
The tribes of Annedhel knew how to fight. When the plague struck there was some panic. They gathered at the town to figure out why people were falling ill. They quickly decided to separate again to avoid gathering in large numbers and spreading the illness between them all. They fell into a patrol system, never more than two tribes protecting the town at a time, and then they were only there together as they shifted watch. The sick were allowed to remain in the town while the other tribes patrolled the desert and took turns protecting the sick. When the dead rose up again they were swiftly slaughtered and instead of protecting the town the tribes protected the desert against those who might come through the pass. The affinity towards fire within the desert was a great aid in fighting the undead that rose up. It isn't known if Annedhel truly fell or if the town was abandoned in a strategic move by the weakened tribes. It was the last place to officially fall to the plague, holding out for 54 days before only the dead could be seen walking amongst the silks. There are rumours that some of the tribes are still out in the desert, but they are, at this point, only rumours.
A few people made it out of Baraban alive to tell the tale of the farming town's fall.
It was a quiet night in Baraban. There were a few people ill in the town, but not many. We heard the bells ring out to tell us the king had died, it was so sad, everyone was mourning, and then those who had the plague died as well, it was a matter of time really, the king had the best care and if he died, we would too. It was, oh, maybe a couple hours before dawn when the screaming woke me. My neighbours to the south, them what were closer to the forest, thems were the ones screaming. We heard some folks calling for help so we got outta bed and then heard a bangin' on our door. Figuring it was a neighbour needin' help we opened it. It was the neighbour alright, but somethin was wrong with him. He was all sick lookin still, but his eyes were wrong, white and vacant. He pushed right in and started to attack us. I managed to flee the house and hid in a barn. In the mornin' there was nothin left alive in that town.
Baraban fell not with a fight but with a scream.
There were only a few people living in Dakuto when the plague hit, but many of the rich flocked to it's quiet cliffs to try to escape the sick. When the sick died their bodies were burnt to try to avoid the plague spreading from corpses to the nobles. It wasn't until some of the nobility tried to flee to Dakuto from the zombies that the plague became uncontrollable and Dakuto fell. We estimate that it took about fifteen days for Dakuto to become unlivable, based on some journals we found in the wreckage. The retreat town seems to have been burned down, most likely somebody trying to cull the plague and the undead.
When people fell ill in Eledreth they thought nothing of it, they were used to illness there. Some people from Faeloth village came down to get healed, having the same symptoms. The sick were taken to the temple. Seeing that it appeared to be a plague like disease the priests ordered the gates closed. They hoped to contain the plague to the city but as more and more people arrived at the gates calling for help, sick and dying, as messengers came calling for aid for the king, they realized they were too late. The plague was everywhere. The Ilmatari worked on a cure but the undead rose before they could find one, even then they didn't stop looking. The priests took it in turns to kill the undead again, and to research the cure. Seven days after the dead rose, Eledreth fell.
Kalaram tried to keep the illness quiet. The rich took their sick to the temples, the poor were swept into the slums. When plague status was declared most of the rich sent their sick to the slums as well and barricades were erected to keep the poor in their place. When the dead rose up again panic took full swing in the city. The northern city shut it's gate and took the majority of the guard with them for protection. The already barricaded slums were the first to fall as there were many people, and many sick, it spread like wild fire. The docks became over run not with the dead at first, but with the living, all trying to flee the city by the sea. The slums broke free of the barricades and quickly over ran the merchant quarter and the docks. The north held out longer but soon they too fell, the rich falling to hunger and thirst from poor planning, as they died they rose. None were ready for a fight within their walls. The underbelly of the city lasted the longest, but even those who hid were rooted out by the dead. The city officially fell to the plague 37 days after the initial outbreak.
When the illness fell the people of Faeloth first went to Eledreth to get cured. When the dead began to rise up the people of the village fled to the monastery for safety, as they did any other time danger arose. They locked the doors to keep the dead out while they waited for the army to come help them, an army that never came. The mountains fell with the echoes of screaming.
When the illness first hit the leaders of Ludor used their brains. They didn't wait for help, instead they sent the sick outside the city walls into a small tent city. When the sick died and rose up again they attacked the walls, joined soon by the dead of the forest. The guards tried valiantly to keep them at bay but slowly they lost the gate. Road by road they were pushed back and finally the guards made a last grand stand against the undead, the docks at their backs, while the few survivors fled to the sea in their ships. 39 days after the initial outbreak the city fell and it is debated by those left alive today who was luckier, those who were on the ships, or the land.
Luca had a few who fell sick, but their practice of burning their dead on the ocean prevented them from knowing the truth of what happened at the end of the plague. It wasn't until they sent scouts out to see why the trade caravans hadn't come through in a week that they discovered the truth. One man returned, bleeding and bitten. He claimed that the dead were everywhere on the island and they'd been unable to reach any other towns. Luca closed up their gates and the man was taken to the temple for healing. He succumbed to his illness but rose again before they could burn him, he was able to bite others before they killed him. The undead began to come through the tunnel and through the passes in the mountains and soon the city was under full attack. It was about 35 days after the plague outbreak that Luca fell.
Even below the surface people weren't safe. Aeotvigar felt the chill touch of the plague, though it took longer for it to appear beneath. The dead spread through the tunnels and caves, spreading beneath the surface of the isle. We have no written record of when it finally fell, and those who we have spoken to have no idea of how many days they have been fighting and fleeing for their lives.
Not a whisper has come from the Spire and a few of our rangers have been sent to learn the fate of the mages who could be such a great help to us in this time, however they encountered only the dead, so many dead. It seems that the mages, too, were caught unawares. The Spire fell in silence and alone.
The forest fell as the towns did, with no gates to delay the spread it moved, some animals avoided it, surviving somehow, and adapting to the new dangers. Imrithil attracted the dead like moths to a flame the surrounding area has become truly over run with the dead. There is no sign of the druids who lived within the forest, we hope they are somewhere in hiding however.
The ocean too fell, the ships and boats that carried people fleeing to the waters were ripped apart by strange creatures.