The Plague [Plotline]
Yew’s final stand.
Progress was not unlike a house of cards – it had to be built up slowly and with great precision, each move calculated and planned in advance. Act too fast and the house falls apart; put too much pressure and it will crumble. The slightest mistake or moment of idleness can result in the collapse of the entire structure, erasing all the long and delicate work that had been invested.
For years the Guardsmen Militia struggled to bring a measure of order and security to the province of Yew, carving out a sufferable existence for the peasants. For decades they laid their lives on the field of battle to defend the interests of the Crown and consolidate their borders. For so long the Protectorate Council craftily introduced reforms to expand the views of the narrow-minded peasantry and to bring Yew out of the intellectual pit in which it had resided. And in one day, like a house of cards, all that immense effort was blown away with the emergence of the plague.
Seemingly when the night fell Yew was still a province at peace – and at dawn, peace appeared but a distant memory. Nobody knew what had caused the plague, only that it appeared out of nowhere and spread like wildfire with disastrous effects. Whole regions were consumed within a matter of hours, the disease doing much worse than killing: the first symptoms that resembled influenza were just the start before berserk madness set it. Those who fell prey to the plague were not given the respite of death, instead becoming death’s own instruments in the form of disfigured savage creatures, rampaging and devouring all in their path, caring only to expand their destruction at the whim of some unknown will.
The Guardsmen Militia of Yew, lulled by endless victories and weakened by continuous cuts in funding, was caught unawares. As the guards roused themselves from their slumber, region after region fell until the plague was on the very doorsteps of Yew Proper itself. Once the initial shock of the disease had passed, contamination and prevention measures were introduced, but did the guardsmen respond too late? There still was no cure, and if not stopped, would the plague swallow Yew in its entirety? And who could say whether the plague would not extend to other reaches of Britannia?
[The Plague is an ongoing plotline by the Guardsmen Militia of Yew (GRD). More information, reports and further stories can be found at: www.grd-europa.co.uk/forum]
Yew’s final stand.
Progress was not unlike a house of cards – it had to be built up slowly and with great precision, each move calculated and planned in advance. Act too fast and the house falls apart; put too much pressure and it will crumble. The slightest mistake or moment of idleness can result in the collapse of the entire structure, erasing all the long and delicate work that had been invested.
For years the Guardsmen Militia struggled to bring a measure of order and security to the province of Yew, carving out a sufferable existence for the peasants. For decades they laid their lives on the field of battle to defend the interests of the Crown and consolidate their borders. For so long the Protectorate Council craftily introduced reforms to expand the views of the narrow-minded peasantry and to bring Yew out of the intellectual pit in which it had resided. And in one day, like a house of cards, all that immense effort was blown away with the emergence of the plague.
Seemingly when the night fell Yew was still a province at peace – and at dawn, peace appeared but a distant memory. Nobody knew what had caused the plague, only that it appeared out of nowhere and spread like wildfire with disastrous effects. Whole regions were consumed within a matter of hours, the disease doing much worse than killing: the first symptoms that resembled influenza were just the start before berserk madness set it. Those who fell prey to the plague were not given the respite of death, instead becoming death’s own instruments in the form of disfigured savage creatures, rampaging and devouring all in their path, caring only to expand their destruction at the whim of some unknown will.
The Guardsmen Militia of Yew, lulled by endless victories and weakened by continuous cuts in funding, was caught unawares. As the guards roused themselves from their slumber, region after region fell until the plague was on the very doorsteps of Yew Proper itself. Once the initial shock of the disease had passed, contamination and prevention measures were introduced, but did the guardsmen respond too late? There still was no cure, and if not stopped, would the plague swallow Yew in its entirety? And who could say whether the plague would not extend to other reaches of Britannia?
[The Plague is an ongoing plotline by the Guardsmen Militia of Yew (GRD). More information, reports and further stories can be found at: www.grd-europa.co.uk/forum]