Caer Calidyrr in Terror! (10/31/2011 1pm PST)

[CloudDancing]

A wasting sickness is plauging the people of Caer Calidyrr. Druids and Chaunteans Healers are scrambling for purchase and have quarantined the Royal Quarter. The Caer itself is in lockdown with communications only happening via messenger hawk. The mood is dire.

Druids are asking that anyone having the signs of the illness report to the barriers at the Royal District and registered to be care for in the Triage locations.

Symptoms include anemia, wounds with necrotic flesh, and eventually zombification of some subjects.

Do NOT kill the zombified! Healers are encouraging they be netted and gagged. They have had some success in restoring those afflicted unless grievous wounds have occurred.
(10/31/2011 1pm PST)

[CloudDancing]

As the greenish clouds are cleared by a regrouped line of druids and priests, the populace is stunned at the carnage in the Royal Quarter of Caer Calidyrr. But as Chaunteans do accept, death is a part of life.

The High Queen stood across the gates of the Royal District announced while holding a beautiful newborn child in one arm, her husband King Keane by her side.

"Rebirth will come from the loss of lives here tonight. Their energy will be tilled into the soil of our lands, warm into the bosom of the Goddess, to feed our children for years to come.

To the orphans open your homes Caer Calidyrr and the Cantrevs as well. To the widows see their tears are comforted. To the families who have lost, soothe your grief in charity. Let ANY who go door to door begging for foods have their baskets go unempty as the Autumnal Equinox comes to pass.

Finally, those who ended the foul scourge than started this plauge, the unholy Vampires that clogged our city with flith, I have a promised reward for each of you.

Moreover, these brave souls, from around the world even, saved the life of the High Wizards's best beloved child. However as the crier's tell, High Wizard Madeline passed from this world in that same effort not long after her childbirth.

I mention this not to belittle the lives lost my people but to know that my court has lost a dear friend and advisor.

*she holds the baby*

But HERE, here is proof Chauntea's love provides. The babe Rosa pure and perfect as the act of creation that beget her. Again I pray to the Goddess, the land herself, to stir, and give us a long Northman's summer so we may approach the Winter prepared and tucked into our homes soothed and safe"