Travelingling through a seemingly abandoned town, you decide to take refuge within an old church that seemed to worship some long forgotten god. As you get settled for the night you come across a dusty journal. Blowing it clean you decide to read it to pass the time before sleep takes you.


Day 1:
A strange man washed up onto the shores of the town, he had black cracking skin and looked gravely ill. The priests and priestess's took him to the church to heal his wounds.


Day 17:
The man has only gotten worse as the blight ailing him seems to have spread further up his body. I pray that he makes it but with his worsening condition I fear the worst.

Day 21:
The man has perished within his sleep, he was not a citizin of this town but we gave him a proper burial regardless.
May he rest well within the afterlife.

Day 23:
A townsfolk within the town has reported having pains within the hand. When he showed his palm to the head priest he looked very concerned, I know not for his worry but if he is scared then so am I.

Day 25:
It is as he feared, the head priest informed myself and the others that a citizin had been infected by the unknown mans blight. He had inforned the town to stay in doors for a bit, and if anyone gained symptoms they were to head to the church. If one person got the mans blight, I fear for this town...

Day 38:
More townsfolk are coming in ill, the priests, priestess's and myself are doing what we can to aid those that have been afflicted. But there is no cure, so all we can do is treat their wounds and pray for their health.

Day 87:
I have not written in a while, too many people have come in affected by this cursed blight. What did we do to deserve this? Is our god punishing us? But for what? What sins have we committed? Many priests and priestess's have given up and locked the afflicted into the basement. But I have not given up on them, I will not lose faith in them, hopefully my prayers will be answered...

Day 91:
...I don't know what to say... I prayed my hardest... I have not strayed from my faith and yet... Yet... I am still damned like the others. The blight has appeared on my right arm and I am not sure how long I have before it kills me, it varies from person to person. I pray I do not go slowly like some of the others.

Day 172:
Most of the town has died from thus blight, there is no more healthy people, we are all afflicted. The sickness has spread further up my arm and I am beginning to lose sight in my eyes so ai fear it has spread there. This blight, this curse... It rots the body, decays the flesh as it dries up and cracks their skin as it spreads. It is so painful, so incredibly painful, but I will not lose faith, I refuse to give up hope. Someone will save us, some has to save us... I don't want to die like this...

Day 384:
I am all that remains... The blight is slowing down its spread... How much longer do I have? Before it takes me as well..?

Many of the pages are too unreadable to grasp what they say.

Day 2183:
There is no cure... And my death has not come yet, no one must come here, and those that do cannot leave. I cannot let this cursed plague spread. I saw someone enter not long ago, I hope they'll enjoy their last days here... Because they're already infected...