In the city of Eastdelle there was unrest. Disease snuffed out many lives of the lower classes, so much that the upper classes began to feel the effects. Rats flowed down the streets like water. Each step would bring you into growing puddles of human waste as the sewers began to overflow. Food supplies dropped and what little there was was spoiled or burnt. With the crops failing, many sought refuge in the lower city and the influx of people meant disease spread faster than it could be cured, if there even was a cure.
What could the people do? The Lord remained shut up in his castle, fearful that he and his family might catch the sickness. He only dealt with those immediately around him. From there his orders passed down to the peasants. Some said he raised the taxes to cure his ill son, others say he was looking for a cure for everyone. But what everyone knew was that his steward lined his pockets with half of the money coming in.
People came to the city to find a new life, but there was only death there.
What could the people do? The Lord remained shut up in his castle, fearful that he and his family might catch the sickness. He only dealt with those immediately around him. From there his orders passed down to the peasants. Some said he raised the taxes to cure his ill son, others say he was looking for a cure for everyone. But what everyone knew was that his steward lined his pockets with half of the money coming in.
People came to the city to find a new life, but there was only death there.