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Nilo walks up to the board during the night, when noone is about the town. He writes a warning messege...:

Citizens of Trollsbane:
There seems to be a strange sickness going about. A sickness that I have no knowledge of, only that it is contagious. I therefore, friends, apologize for the future sickness that you may get. I know a couple of us have had this sickness, and some have recovered. However, I seem to grow weaker every day... I find it hard to continue on as the days go by... I do not wish to scare you, but I do wish that you would become aware of this sickness situation. Noone knows what started it, how you get it, or how to get rid of it. It is the mercy of the gods that people live for it, and I hope that I shall too. If I don't, however, I do wish you all good fortunes...


Nilo sloppily signs his handwriting.
~Nilo~

Nilo walks slowly out of town and into a small community where many ill people currently live. He slides down into his hobbit hole, and walks to his bedroom. He goes to lie down, but doesnt make the journey. He falls onto his rug in his parlor, and sleeps.....

Konstantin and Athian walk out of town through the rocks and forests, towards the gardens in the south, and decide to arrange a sparring practice. Athian had always wanted to learn some blade avoidance techniques from Konstantin, and Konstantin had his desert style to offer. In exchange, Athian promised to show Konstantin a few ways to get a more accurate aim at targets at a distance.

They progress about half an hour into the session, while talking and exchanging ideas and news, and suddenly...
Konstantin's hands start to shake, and he drops his dagger. He tries to pick it up, but drops it again. He falls on his knees, and tries to holster the dagger, but misses the holster. The dagger falls again.

This had never happened before. Athian is looking slightly odd at K.

He uses both hands (still shaking) to clumsily pick the dagger back up, and barely manages to put it in a holster, and close the strap.
He breathes heavily. He shakes his head, and slowly gets up, feeling a bit better.

-Not sure what this was... I'm suddenly feeling so... strange. My hands aren't listening to me. I guess our lessons are over for today, Athian... I doubt I will be able to hold an arrow...

Nilo... What are the symptoms of the sickness? Who else has fallen ill?

Nilo walks up to the board during the night, while noone else is there.

Malinne... Nilo coughs a bit and you see the ink smear across the parchment as he covers his mouth with his forarm....The symptoms are terrible... makes me wish I didnt live... Though unexplainable, you know if you have it. I regret...you see another smear ... to say that I will not be well for a while... However, I have good hopes, for many of the sickened people have recovered, and have left this small... community.

I hope that noone else gets ill..
~Nilo~

Symptoms are indeed, horrible. I am trying all the potions I can make to cure myself, but I cannot. I am loosing my strength, my speed, and my hands are constantly shaking. I cannot hold a single tool in my hand straight. My former fingers dexterity is gone. My body is barely holding on its spine. I feel like a light breeze will strike me down as if I was a dry flower.
My muscles are being paralyzed from time to time, and my overall body tone and constitution are failing - I am getting worse daily.

Considering a row of latest natural events in my life, I take it as a punishment for making some mistake or a reminder of something.

Propably I can help the Ill ones..............I'm a Paladin, I have healing- Skills.
If you tell me your Location, we could meet once. I'm sure that there's a way to cure this weird sickness......

best whishes:

-Azato Menta