Ashan 39, Arc 719
Ashan has turned into nightmare. Moaning and pleading filled the air. Sobs and screams mixed like the eerie music of horror filling their nights despite the pleasant bright mornings. The dislike once pointed at the Aukari morphed into hate firmly directed at Faldrun. The Immortal was blamed for the specs falling from the sky, deceiving people to then strike them down with cruelty so familiar to him.
Finn frowned as he did so often these days, imprinting the strong lines between his brows. He waved the accusation away for they were baseless. Instead, concern and the need to understand gripped his mind ever since the falling amber turned to a disease that was killing of citizens like flies.
So much potential. He thought, his forearm tingling so he rubbed it absentmindedly over the coat and shirt. Storm hues looked up and down the road once more, searching for his companion. All he saw were the few brave who ventured outside. Some with their noses and mouths wrapped in cloth in fears that the Ember Plague was contagious. Others rushed carrying bundles. Many remained indoors, afraid. Even the beggars crawled back into their holes even though they were likely the ones most affected.
He was waiting for Faith. Few trials prior they met to discuss the epidemic before it truly broke out. Now, their help was imperative. Especially in the Dust Quarter where even with new houses being built, the conditions were still substandard in places. The Infirmary itself reached its limit, halls filled with the ailing. On the shrieks of agony, they would beg him to do any to help. They would agree to his magic as their mind was blinded by another serious of forceful pangs. Oftentimes he could force back small areas of the rash, ease the organs so they would not combust so fast. It wasn't much, but it brought temporary relief at the cost of his own well being. In the evenings, he would crash. Sleep was scarce, but that did not bother the priest.
Rolling his shoulders, Finn righted his coat, even if there was no need. Down the street, a sharp scream pierced the baby blue sky like a sinister dagger. He twitched. He needed Faith. He needed a second brain and second pair of eyes for this. Also, someone to hold him back should he overstep again. But mainly he needed her so they could find the cure. Rumours began to spread through the city of healing methods that just made him cringe. Before charlatans would boom and more would come to harm, Finn would rather spend all of himself in the race for the real thing.
Finn frowned as he did so often these days, imprinting the strong lines between his brows. He waved the accusation away for they were baseless. Instead, concern and the need to understand gripped his mind ever since the falling amber turned to a disease that was killing of citizens like flies.
So much potential. He thought, his forearm tingling so he rubbed it absentmindedly over the coat and shirt. Storm hues looked up and down the road once more, searching for his companion. All he saw were the few brave who ventured outside. Some with their noses and mouths wrapped in cloth in fears that the Ember Plague was contagious. Others rushed carrying bundles. Many remained indoors, afraid. Even the beggars crawled back into their holes even though they were likely the ones most affected.
He was waiting for Faith. Few trials prior they met to discuss the epidemic before it truly broke out. Now, their help was imperative. Especially in the Dust Quarter where even with new houses being built, the conditions were still substandard in places. The Infirmary itself reached its limit, halls filled with the ailing. On the shrieks of agony, they would beg him to do any to help. They would agree to his magic as their mind was blinded by another serious of forceful pangs. Oftentimes he could force back small areas of the rash, ease the organs so they would not combust so fast. It wasn't much, but it brought temporary relief at the cost of his own well being. In the evenings, he would crash. Sleep was scarce, but that did not bother the priest.
Rolling his shoulders, Finn righted his coat, even if there was no need. Down the street, a sharp scream pierced the baby blue sky like a sinister dagger. He twitched. He needed Faith. He needed a second brain and second pair of eyes for this. Also, someone to hold him back should he overstep again. But mainly he needed her so they could find the cure. Rumours began to spread through the city of healing methods that just made him cringe. Before charlatans would boom and more would come to harm, Finn would rather spend all of himself in the race for the real thing.