Monday, June 7, 2010

Day Thirty-Seven, Escape part four

Blizzard outside, total whiteout. Seems late in the season, I suspect magic.



Kor'Kron officer stopped in to visit. Seems like a decent enough fellow, for an Orc anyways. Wanted to make sure I was alright, spoke with Jessesa, the nurse(and finest pie chef this side of Stromgarde) to confirm it. Normally I'd think he was conspiring something, but he seems to sober and resigned to be planning anything. Old too, don't meet a lot of old Kor'Krons; they tend to die young and covered in blood.





Here's part four of my escape.



The tunnel was dark, which was no surprise, damp, which was as it should be, and full of small dead animals, which was not surprising but still disturbing. Laudren had gone in first and had to remove the cap at the end. No one was waiting for them, no one could be seen, or heard, or even smelled. The clouds, or smog, whatever it was that seemed to dull the sun in the glade, had faded enough to let the sun through to meet her. She pushed the cap off and was struck instantly by crippling nausea. She knew the feeling, it was stage two plague. In a matter of hours she'd begin losing consciousness, then the lightning rot, and undeath would follow. She'd seen it happen, inflicted it on others even. She could delay it, stop it even, but without the right herbs it was hopeless.
"'Choo alright?"
"It's the plague. Do you know what Peacebloom looks like?"
"Dat's da little white one?"
"Get me four flowers, and a sprig of silverleaf." She coughed, it felt moist and she felt a burning in her throat. "The name says what it is. Please hurry."
Natame didn't even stop to argue about her talking, or giving him orders. He paused slightly, looking up for a moment.
"Da Loa say 'choo not gonna make it, but dis not where 'choo gonna die. Ol' Natame gonna get 'choo da herb." He ran off, she could barely See his feet hit the ground before lifting once more. His footfalls seemed to make no noise, and to leave no print; and she was glad of his speed. It was just a matter of time, but she was going to make that time matter.

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