Excuse Me? [Event]

*Ásvor*

It seemed Alfrun hadn't been at all wrong about these events possibly being world-changing. They were unprecedented, like nothing she'd ever seen before - even stranger than the odd weather patterns and even the volcano's eruptions. This was a much more sinister change, perhaps a sign from the gods themselves. Asvor had always been a believer in the gods and goddesses that her mother had taught her about, but only now did she feel they were more directly reaching out and inflicting change upon her. At first it had been gradual, a creeping exhaustion that had wedged itself deep in her bones... which wasn't all that surprising given her age. But then the ooze had started, a bright purple goo that had first started pooling at the corners of her eyes and then leaking from her nose like a constant stream of snot.

And then the crystals started to grow. One sprouted from the corner of her eye, growing gradually until it obscured her vision entirely in her left eye; and then a recent wound on her side began to itch before producing another sharp crystal. At first she'd tried dislodging it, and she realized quickly her efforts were futile. She was sick, and avoiding Valdis and Fireside was the least she could do until she figured out what might possibly cure this; if there was a cure at all. Unlike some of the other infected wolves, she regarded her condition with a strange ethereal sort of curiosity. If this was what was to become of her, so be it. It didn't seem like it'd be a painful end unfortunately, though she was just biding her time until she knew for sure. If anything she wouldn't leave this world without a proper farewell to her wife and son. This was hardly how she'd pictured the end, but she knew life wasn't always predictable and nothing she did could change the way fate unraveled.

She hadn't expected to run into anyone here, but someone's silhouette up ahead alerted her to the presence of a stranger. She let out a low sigh as she drew closer. Infecting others wasn't her goal, but she wondered if such a fate was inevitable no matter how hard you tried to stray from it.. perhaps it was completely inescapable. "Tell me, do you suffer from this strange ailment too?" Deep down Asvor was a scholar at heart, driven by the pursuit of knowledge, at least in fields she deemed interesting.. and strange, never-before-seen afflictions were among her interests. Perhaps she could find someone that knew something she didn't about what was happening to her. "Don't fear, I won't come any closer." If the stranger didn't notice her condition at first it would come quickly obvious. The crystal that grew from her eye extended nearly above her forehead, and her cheeks were stained with purple ooze, despite her best attempts to keep her face clean.

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Excuse Me? [Event]

Ásvor