Talona's Wasting Blight

The three Datrian frigates cut through the waves, nearing Bracken's spines with haste and purpose. Hurried whispers danced amongst the assembled crowds on the shore, as one steward in a fine tricorn leapt up the wall, arm round the lamppost. He cried out, ‘Anyone versed in Lusken vexillology, make heed to me! What mean these flags of woe?'. His call was answered by a gruff sailor from the crowd, who squinted her eyes. 'Plague ships, sir! We cannot let them make port, or we're all doomed!' came the grave news. As the people muttered prayers and curses, the steward said his own prayer. 'Forgive me, Maiona'. Spinning on the post, he called out across the bay, his voice thunderous, his eyes glowing dimly now. ‘String the ribs of the mermaid! String them now!'. As the echo faded up the mountain, a horn blew throughout the bay, then another, into a sonorous chorus. Lashing chains rose from the water, stringing up taut between the spires of rock. The three ships careened into the spiked lines, splintering and shattering, as the screaming faded beneath the waves.- In Bracken in the 1490s, a member of the maritime guild, the Accordion, orders the harbour chains to be raised to stop three plague ships from making port. This just shows the fear of the blight people had.
Talona's Wasting Blight was a magical plague that spread across The Danderillon from 1490, dying down only in 1496.
Thanks to the inactions of Trajan, Karrus, Elias, Michael and Paul, the goddess Talona unleashed a plague that spread to all corners of the Danderillon, stopped only by the mountains north and south of the land. It killed thousands, and many cities underwent quarantine and lockdown. Kol Darim closed their borders to refugees over fears of the plague spreading.
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