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Upon the release of the Plague Lord Evaen's disease, caught in a dreadful wind to carry beyond the walls of the city, a Kingdom would fall to it's demise from within. It's walls stood high, it's army was fierce, and it's gates were thick....none of these precautions however could withhold the forces that had fallen upon the men that fateful day.

Staring into the plagued sky without though to the horror falling upon them, the citizens were infected with the horrid sickness that would conquer them all. Infected would go mad within the streets, striking out at those about them in an inexplicable fury. Those who had not yet been tainted would burn the homes of others in order to prevent the spread. Hope for peace turned to desperateness for survival.

Merely five months passed before all had either been murdered, burned, or simply had died of plague to lay rotting in the streets. Evaen could not resist this temptation to take hold of the opportunity, and took hold of the fallen kingdom for her own. The occupants now walk through the city as rotting corpses, clattering skeletons, or other beings beneath the plague lord's control. The defenses are well set, and just as formidable as they were within the city's life.

Location: Just south of the West end of the Banished Line

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"Wake up... Fokedan... Wake up.." Sensation returned to his body in bits and pieces. First his mind awoke, stirred by the whispering in his ears. "Brother... It's time.. Wake up.." With a painful rasp his lungs sucked in their first breath in ages, but the air was thick and foul and he struggled to get any oxygen. The feeling in his arms and legs returned, and he lifted them up and felt smooth stone on every side of his body. He opened his eyes but there was only darkness.

"Fokedan... WAKE UP!" Fokedan felt his old energy again. The raw Dengen that flowed through all things. Then more power began to surge through him. A terrible power that wasn't wholly his own. "WAKE UP!" His arms pressed up against the stone and with an unknown strength he pushed and it began to move. Stone scraped on stone with a horrible grinding sound, and the smallest sliver of light appeared along the edges of the slab above him.

"FOKEDAN!!!" He cried out then and Dengen poured through his limbs. The stone above him blasted into the air with incredible force, and shattered on the ceiling above. Fokedan stared dazed at the light in the ceiling as pieces of stone rained down across the room. "Brother... He rose out of his tomb with one fluid motion, too quickly though. He gasped as searing pain tore through his muscles, and bones cracked from the sudden shift of inactivity to movement. With a grimace Fokedan took look at his surroundings.

He was in a tomb, that much was obvious. Memories of his family crypts washed over him as he turned his head to look around. Wooden chests and trunks lined the walls. Thick amounts of dust caked them and swirled through the air; tickling his face and throat as he breathed. Blue and gold banners were hung from the ceiling, but they were either falling to pieces or already had. In the very back was manikin dressed in the royal suit of armor. Blue steel with a gold and red trimmed cloak on its shoulders. The breastplate bore his seal; a sword with wings wrapped around it, and chains holding them together.

As he stared at the suit of armor he slowly began to realize what was going on. "No.." his voice came out rough and cracked. "No.. Why am I in the crypts? What's happened?" Fokedan gripped the sides of his sarcophagus and lifted himself up and out. Pain tore through him but he only grit his teeth and forced himself to stand. His legs shook and his body trembled; his breath became labored from the small effort of standing, but already he could feel his life returning to him like from a leak in a damn. Fokedan looked back up at the ceiling and into the light. The sunlight was showing through holes in the stone; the beams of light angled down onto the hard grey floor. "Why...?" he croaked again in despair. He didn't understand. He was curing the plague, saving his city. What had happened? Why was he in his families tomb?

"Fokedan.." The whisper seemed to creep out from the walls. His spine tingled and his eyes darted around the small and dim lit room.

"Who's there?" He shuffled close to the tombs doorway. A large stone with his story carved into it sealed the exit, but he pressed against it anyways. "Who said my name?"

"It's me... Fokedan.. Don't you remember? I woke you up.." It was a young girl. Her voice was light and soothing, like the balm his physician used on burns and scrapes. She seemed so close, like she could be standing on the other side of the doorway.

"You.. Woke me up..?" Her voice was so familiar... Fokedan pushed on the stone harder. He needed to find the girl. He didn't know how he knew, but she was on the other side of the stone.

"Harder Fokedan! Come help me!" her voice trembled a bit as if in fear, and Fokedan responded with a grunt of anger. "Fokedan hurry!" the plea in her voice spurred him on, but he knew he couldn't push the door with his body strength alone. He took a step back and steadied his breathing; then he raised his open palm toward the door.

"Stand back!" His warning echoed off the stones for a brief moment as Dengen coursed through his arm. He shaped the Dengen into pure force and blasted it at the door; which erupted with the thundering of stone all the way down the corridor beyond.

Fokedan stumbled through the new opening and took a few gulps of the fresher air. He felt drained from using so much of his energy before he was fully recovered. When the dust from the destruction settled he was greeted by a gruesome sight. There was no little girl, but several soldiers who looked like nothing but corpses in armor. A few lay under broken shards of granite but there were still a few standing, and their eyes were trained on him.

❦ ((Enter)) After the boat rammed into the rock shoreline, She knew there may not be a way to turn back. The land belonged to a witch, or at least so goes the rumors. Continuing on, Charlotte placed her right hand over her mouth as to block the aroma that weakened the air around them. While traveling through the vast dead valley, she came across what appeared to be a long forgotten battle field.

❦ Corpses covered the ground, scattered across the field. It almost made Charlotte vomit with disgust of the putrid smell. There where several times where she couldn't hold it back and would do as such. This place was making her sick, it was getting to her head, literally. Though, after time had passed, the young Spire came across a singular tombstone. Next to it was a sword sunk into the ground with a ripped cloak, caught by the handle, as it flapped wildly to the winds current. "It cant be..." Charlotte whispered as she fell to her knees, wiping the dusk away from the Tomb to read the old text in her language. It was the man she was looking for, the one who really didn't have a sent, but one who reminded her of the golden tall grass and the sweetness of honey....It was her father who was buried her.



❦ In shock from this horrid discovery. Her eyes stared blankly. Then, suddenly this low rumble of a sound, followed by slow sounds of clothing ripping. Charlotte inhaled sharply, tears began to build up in the corners of her eyes, before raising her hands to the side of her face, then, screaming at the top of her lungs, wave sounds echoed in the area as she didn't stop her screaming. It was like pain had consumed her, emotionally, and physically. The sounds of tearing continued, as the opening of her back, ripped open. Wings sprouting out, long and transparent, when he sun shined down upon her twitching wings, the color of green, blur, and purple mixed in together, like when the sun hits a broken glass bottle and you see the colors reflection of the ground. Blood spilled out, trickling of her back, as her crying ceased to be, she then fell limply on her front side. Moments after, this tar manifested itself under Charlotte as it began to consume her entire body. ((Exit))