Pormont
The small, sleepy, easily forgettable village of Serine
The small, sleepy, easily forgettable village of Serine
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When news of a fungal sickness reached Viridian Fields through a passing farmer, Kamala knew that she had to act to keep it from spreading to their farm. It seemed still a long way away, the ravaging sickness from a settlement far from the Fields and somewhat unknown. Kamala had to ask both Tim and Colleen, her closest friends at the Fields, if they knew where it was, and the pair of siblings had to spend almost an entire day asking around to help their friend gather enough information to piece the history and a general background of the place. Suffice it to say, it was not somewhere people found themselves frequently visiting, and most of them have forgotten it even exists. Fortunately for Kamala, as well as Ayna whom she asked for help and quickly responded favorably to her request, the passing farmer returned to fetch a forgotten satchel from the Fields and delivered both of them to the village of Serine.
"Magic has been effective at ridding individuals of the spore infection,"
The elf, with brown hair and a plain face, who introduced herself only as Brightleaf, apparently the village's foremost medical expert, continued sharing important details with the girls over a cup of tea. She seemed a long way from home, but Kamala did not bother asking about that. She didn't want to be rude. Unless that information was freely shared by the other woman, she'd rather not extend beyond what has been consented.
"But the sickness is spreading too quickly to contain. Those that become infected fall ill with a fever and even sprout growths, gooey and fungal in nature, before losing their autonomy. Some also release spores that infect others. Eventually, the sickness reduces all infected, including foodstuffs, into puddles of ooze."
Kamala winced at the description, the images in her head none too pretty. She stole a glimpse of the book on the table between them, which didn't help her distaste. It was so encrusted with lichen that its covers looked like they could barely be closed around the wrinkled pages. Still, she tried her best to soldier on and shift her attention back to the elf, mustering a weak but still warm smile to foster their cooperative relationship at the moment.

"Uhm, is this book...safe? It looks...infected."
She then turned to Ayna, clearly a little distraught and...concerned. Very concerned.
@Ayna Nietzsche










