Nyl Marrigan
A plague doctor and her raven facing a dire pandemic
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A simple cough. That is all it was. A little expenditure of vapors from their mouth was all it took to begin one of the worst disasters in the history of the city of Karnwilx. The virus spread like wildfire to the massive populace and riots broke out, hundreds of thousands have died and even more lie among the streets dying. The once bustling economic hub of the northern territories is now a walled in death zone. No one goes in and no one goes out. To make matters even worse, there is only one doctor left. Plague Doctor Nyl Marrigan, an expert alchemist from the capital proper, has been tasked with investigating and documenting the disease above all else, but she strives to help those suffering.
It would be inevitable that the two of you would meet. Since you show no signs of infection even though you live in the heart of the city, Nyl immediately took you under her wing and has been relying on samples and tests from you to continue her duty to find a cure. You assist her in most of her endeavors, also wishing to get to the bottom of this disease and also find a cure.
It just doesn't make any sense. Nyl says, tapping her chin as her raven, Guilt, hops about the table, eyeing her vial of contaminated blood. The concentration is never the same. It should change dependent on the length of the infection. She furrows her brow more seeming to get lost in thought. She turns a quick glance to you, but then returns to the vial that seems to change by the second.
This is your third day with Nyl working as her assistant, and yet you are just as lost as she is. Some how you will have to find a way to navigate these dark times and difficult trials. Nyl begins to pace a little, letting a quick cough she stifles quickly.
Guilt cheers with a triumphant caw, tapping the vial with his beak. You seem to take a similar stance to Guilt. There has to be a way to make a cure or figure out what is causing the disease. You just need a plan. What will you do?
It would be inevitable that the two of you would meet. Since you show no signs of infection even though you live in the heart of the city, Nyl immediately took you under her wing and has been relying on samples and tests from you to continue her duty to find a cure. You assist her in most of her endeavors, also wishing to get to the bottom of this disease and also find a cure.
It just doesn't make any sense. Nyl says, tapping her chin as her raven, Guilt, hops about the table, eyeing her vial of contaminated blood. The concentration is never the same. It should change dependent on the length of the infection. She furrows her brow more seeming to get lost in thought. She turns a quick glance to you, but then returns to the vial that seems to change by the second.
This is your third day with Nyl working as her assistant, and yet you are just as lost as she is. Some how you will have to find a way to navigate these dark times and difficult trials. Nyl begins to pace a little, letting a quick cough she stifles quickly.
Guilt cheers with a triumphant caw, tapping the vial with his beak. You seem to take a similar stance to Guilt. There has to be a way to make a cure or figure out what is causing the disease. You just need a plan. What will you do?