Beneath The Crag

The Journal of Deldrin Baleson

Mirtul 15, 1502 DR

It has been two days since Tarn fell ill. I have known the old man for almost all of my life, it pains me to see him in such a state. Sadly, I have no time for grievances. It seems as though whatever ailment Tarn came down with has spread across the entire north side of town. Dozens of people are falling ill, and who knows how more are sick and don’t know it yet? If only we’d figured it out sooner, maybe things wouldn’t seem so grim. I have quarantined the entire north end of the town, those who are ill are no longer permitted to leave their houses for fear of spreading the sickness. It doesn’t seem to be airborne, but I’m not taking any chances. There may be enough death as it is. According to Laurel, the plague came from the well at the north end of town. Some kind of black mold or something. I had my men seal the well, and they are standing guard now. I have to ask myself how something that can infect so many people just sprung up out of nowhere. Perhaps it’s those Blackblood creeps that have been lurking around town. I hope Chaz isn’t involved with them, but I haven’t talked to him since the accident. Who knows. Who knows anything anymore? I spoke with Laurel about Tarn. He may only have a day or two left. He’s been out cold since he first fell ill. If only that worthless “priest” of the Burning Sun was actually able to do anything. The man is pathetic. A Holy Man helpless in the outbreak of a plague. It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. Laurel says that she’s working to find a cure, and Urlstaz ghost knows she’s been selling “cures” to those who have come by seeking them, but she tells me not to get my hopes up. All she as right now is something to lengthen the time the infected have left, at best. Tarn will likely pass tomorrow, and I’ve come to accept that. But if we can’t stop this, it won’t just be Tarn who dies. Whatever gods or faiths or forest spirits might be reading this… we here in Falcon’s Hollow sure could use a miracle.

Tarn, rest well old friend. I will miss you.
-Deldrin Baleson, Captain of the Guard



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