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BREWER'S JOURNAL
[Today, in a dusty corner of the library, a book has appeared. Has it always been there? It looks like it has, but it's just as likely it appeared just moments ago. It's old and leather bound, and a certain symbol has been carefully carved into the front of it. Those who went to Lastlook may recognise it as the symbol painted onto the face of the cave they went into.
Inside the book, it seems a lot of pages have been torn out. The handwriting is identical to the notes found in that cave. In fact, the notes seem to have come from this very book. And the pages here, at least, aren't stained, the text thankfully readable:]
INCIDENTS CONCERNING THE CONTAGION NICKNAMED 'THE VICES VIRUS' IN CAIR DRACONIS
CASE NOTES OF DOCTOR GENE BREWER
21st of November. Year unknown.
Today our clinic quickly became full of residents exhibiting flu-like symptoms. Though this is rarely seen in the castle, it was assumed to be a simple winter bug at first. It wasn't until later in the day that their symptoms became more erratic (see symptoms list). I was asked to analyse some of the patients and found them increasingly hostile and delusional. They became fixated on less than desirable personality traits, which other residents soon pointed out to be those of the seven vices: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Wrath and Gluttony. It soon became apparent the virus caused a physiological imbalance, which in turn caused the patient to manifest heightened personality abnormalities based upon their own individual vices. The resident's Id took over. A laughable theory anywhere else but here. We have quarantined the infected residents in a hope that we can limit the spread of the virus while we attempt to find a cure.
22nd of November. Year unknown.
The infected residents have escaped quarantine. The virus appears to have given them super-human abilities. They were too powerful to contain. They have also begun infecting other residents, by a touch on the forehead. Some remain strangely immune. Draconis seems unusually unwilling to help in this matter. Any attempt at communication with the castle has proven futile.
Evacuation plans are in order. The medical team are attempting to isolate the virus in an attempt to control it. Any communication attempts with infected residents are failing. The personality abnormalities have overridden their usual psyches. I will continue to try to break though.
23rd of November. Year unknown.
There is no doubt that this infection was the work of the castle, though why it would make us suffer so is a mystery to us all. Though Draconis seems to be trying to make up for its trasngression. Today, a journal appeared, accompanied by the markings I have inscribed on the front of my case notes. They were transcribed by a Doctor Liz Baylor. Her notes were largely lost, but what we could find echoed the events we have been experiencing as of late, following the pattern even to the month and day. What became of her, or the people infected with this virus remains a mystery. No one has been in the castle long enough to remember her, or an incident like this happening before. Through the illegible scribbles, one piece of poetry remained:
"To save our hearth and home
For the virtues you must comb
To undo the tie that binds
Of the vices of our minds"
Others have taken this as encouragement to search the castle for something that can cure the residents of this illness. My personal opinion lies in the virus itself, which has finally been isolated. With so few on our medical team remaining, however, hope is in short supply. Perhaps their wild goose chase will achieve something.
[[OOC: A mass post with the first clue to find the magical items needed to cure the plague will go up in about an hour. React away in this post!
THE FINAL ENTRY
DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT HUB]]
Inside the book, it seems a lot of pages have been torn out. The handwriting is identical to the notes found in that cave. In fact, the notes seem to have come from this very book. And the pages here, at least, aren't stained, the text thankfully readable:]
CASE NOTES OF DOCTOR GENE BREWER
21st of November. Year unknown.
Today our clinic quickly became full of residents exhibiting flu-like symptoms. Though this is rarely seen in the castle, it was assumed to be a simple winter bug at first. It wasn't until later in the day that their symptoms became more erratic (see symptoms list). I was asked to analyse some of the patients and found them increasingly hostile and delusional. They became fixated on less than desirable personality traits, which other residents soon pointed out to be those of the seven vices: Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Wrath and Gluttony. It soon became apparent the virus caused a physiological imbalance, which in turn caused the patient to manifest heightened personality abnormalities based upon their own individual vices. The resident's Id took over. A laughable theory anywhere else but here. We have quarantined the infected residents in a hope that we can limit the spread of the virus while we attempt to find a cure.
22nd of November. Year unknown.
The infected residents have escaped quarantine. The virus appears to have given them super-human abilities. They were too powerful to contain. They have also begun infecting other residents, by a touch on the forehead. Some remain strangely immune. Draconis seems unusually unwilling to help in this matter. Any attempt at communication with the castle has proven futile.
Evacuation plans are in order. The medical team are attempting to isolate the virus in an attempt to control it. Any communication attempts with infected residents are failing. The personality abnormalities have overridden their usual psyches. I will continue to try to break though.
23rd of November. Year unknown.
There is no doubt that this infection was the work of the castle, though why it would make us suffer so is a mystery to us all. Though Draconis seems to be trying to make up for its trasngression. Today, a journal appeared, accompanied by the markings I have inscribed on the front of my case notes. They were transcribed by a Doctor Liz Baylor. Her notes were largely lost, but what we could find echoed the events we have been experiencing as of late, following the pattern even to the month and day. What became of her, or the people infected with this virus remains a mystery. No one has been in the castle long enough to remember her, or an incident like this happening before. Through the illegible scribbles, one piece of poetry remained:
"To save our hearth and home
For the virtues you must comb
To undo the tie that binds
Of the vices of our minds"
Others have taken this as encouragement to search the castle for something that can cure the residents of this illness. My personal opinion lies in the virus itself, which has finally been isolated. With so few on our medical team remaining, however, hope is in short supply. Perhaps their wild goose chase will achieve something.
[[OOC: A mass post with the first clue to find the magical items needed to cure the plague will go up in about an hour. React away in this post!
THE FINAL ENTRY
DAY THREE OOC POST | PLOT HUB]]
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The tone is different now, even if the entry is still written. It's clear the thought process is less solid, more frightened and tired. It seems the good doctor was at the end of his rope]
25th of November. Year unknown.
The virus has completely taken hold. We tried to save them, we truly did. They are too strong, too numerous, some of the immune residents were killed in struggles to use the ‘Virtues’ against them, and now the virus has spread. It has infected the entire castle. We searched the whole building, trying to make sense of that ridiculous last clue, but we could not find the final item.
We now have to face the very real fact that the infected residents are lost to us forever. We can now fully understand what happened to those under Doctor Baylor's care...hell, perhaps even Baylor herself. So now we must face the unimaginable. We have to abandon our home, for this is no longer a safe place. Draconis has stopped talking to us completely. Perhaps it will all return to normal within a week, perhaps it won't. We cannot take that chance.
It appears that Lastlook is the only safe place within reasonable travelling distance. We have kept the isolated virus in a container, to be transported to the caves of the Totem Coast where we can store it and where those who would wish to use it will not be able to find it. We'll destroy the bridge to stop them from following us.
We've had to abandon those residents whom we once called friends. There is nothing we can do to save them. I only hope that history does not repeat itself again. That this virus doesn't attack another settlement in this blasted hell of a world. If it does, then God have mercy on them.
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The refusal of the castle to 'speak' or intervene.
This happened at Libet. It happened at this Draconis place. Both were abandoned after the castle just stopped working. And the people who once lived there were nowhere to be found after that.
So, this isn't a good thing.]
Crap.
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Dairine hurries over to read the clue when she notices Hellboy's expression. Uh oh...]
...That bad?
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Very bad.
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They put the virus. in a container. inside the cave we explored.
[She huffs in annoyance. The stupidity of some people...] Well, I suppose that explains how it got here. Who knows what people were getting into in that treasure room.
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[Maybe it has something to do with the way the castle's magic translating works... the people from this "Draconis" were probably writing something that was very clear to them, but it was illegible to residents of another castle?
Well, it wasn't that important right now.]
It looks like they lost hope. We can't let that happen to us.
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[Moving on... Dairine shakes her head.]
No way I'm giving up on them. [Barton, Aradia, Ino, everyone...] The castle's been warned, evacuations are underway, and we have these notes as a head start. We've got a fighting chance. Anyay, we have a big ally on our side.
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You don't mean the castle itself, do you? [Because he kind of doubts the castle is even going to help them... disregarding how it could have just dropped this clue in his lap. That's way too easy.]
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Plus, this other castle is encroaching on its territory. If I were a sentient manipulative building, I'd be pissed.
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What is it?
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Pretty much the beginning of the worst scavenger hunt ever.
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A scavenger hunt?
Ugh!
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We don't really have a choice. It looks like they ran out of time, before.