And he doesn't bring the cure.

No, he was spit and cursed by all and now he comes back, the black death in his wake. Rats swarming the City, bringing the death and decay with them where ever he set a hoove. No one was safe, The Rich, the Poor, the tidy, the pity, the dirty. All are equal.



As usual, I am not as good in stories. But after a month working on it done.
Started again as a "proof of concept" for me, it develops further and further to the point I am surprised over my self.

And I damn loving Plague Doctors


(( Take a short edit. Made the background darker, added a bit more shadow, and edited the light and shadow and the char and the cane ))

A huge thank you to  Josaku and  Avaanaria who both gave me helping critics and advice during the process