Rhiza

1. #1Plagueselective

   Keys: afflicted, affliction, afflictions, plague

   It's important to first mention that the plague is no ordinary disease that can be treated with rest or medicine. This particular kind afflicts an individual's soul which is the basis of who they are, and more importantly, what they can become.

   Those afflicted begin experiencing symptoms ranging from burnt or stone-like skin to additional, not always human, limbs growing from their backs or sets of parasitic eyes sprouting along their arms. There are countless possibilities as unique symptoms keep appearing till this day.

   While the affliction primarily aims to shape the flesh, merely seeing one's own reflection is enough for most to also lose their minds.

   Most wither away in their homes if they still have any. Others end up losing what's left of their humanity and turn into grotesque beings that hunt the unafflicted by instinct. The wealthy and important desperately cling to their human selves with the help of mystics. Ultimately, they all end up the same, for once the plague manifests, losing ones's humanity becomes one's fate. Treatment merely serves to halt its progression.

   No mortal being is spared from the plague. Animals show many similar symptoms, though the ways their bodies change are more volatile. Elongated limbless deer slithering on forest grounds or entire ant colonies merged into a singular, all-consuming mass are just some recently observed examples.

   What makes a person vulnerable to afliction has yet to be agreed upon. Though Mistress Salvia believed the plague is brought upon by a person's desire to avoid difficulty in life. In their desperate search for a different path they could take, or an easy way out where there are none, they subconsciously invite outer influences into their souls.

2. #2Spiritsselective

   Keys: spirit, spirits, elemental, elementals, soul, souls, vassal, vassals

   Unseen, but ever-present entities. There exist three main distinctions: Souls grant matter form and consciousness. Most allow the bodies they possess to adapt naturally, depending on their environment. Others aggressively reshape what they inhabit. The latter primarily happens with spirits native to planes beyond mortal comprehension. As such, foreign souls often wind up restructuring their victims into beings incompatible with their original biology.

   Once a thousand years have passed, each soul, no matter how great, will start eroding until it becomes a mindless elemental incapable of maintaining memories and physical bodies. If a soul leaves its body before that comes to pass it returns to the primordial plane, where it waits out its thousand years before being reshaped into a new soul.

   Vassals animate, but unlike souls, they lack independent will. They are much less picky about what they inhabit. A spoon, a person's shadow or a chunk of space itself, truly anything can be a vessel for them.

   Some merely perform chores they were commanded to do. More valuable ones can create entire pocket dimensions for their masters to inhabit.

   Interestingly enough they are not subject to erosion. Perhaps whatever force is responsible isn't interested in the stories they have to tell.

   Elementals are the most primal of spirits. Skilled mystics can employ them to bend forces of nature to their will.

   Their potential is boundless, though each elemental can perform only a singular action. More commonly, they are used to light small fires or to summon clean water when it's scarce. The rarer ones, and the hardest to rein in, may offer an ability such as transmutation or combat abilities like spontaneous combustion or pressurized water jets capable of cutting through diamonds.

3. #3Clayselective

   Keys: clay

   The Purgers, whose numbers were finite, created humans with clay. There is no way to distinguish clay turned flesh from flesh of humans. They do not age, nor suffer from disease or affliction since their spirits are perceived as occupying nothing by outer spirits. More often than not, Purgers placed weak, undesirable spirits within them and kept them as mindless slaves. Some used more advanced spirits to make companions or generals of them. In many cases they put special features like horns, tails, additional limbs or animal ears on them as some sort of signature. Only those who outlived their creators remember the methods of making their kind. After thousand years they crumble all the same.
4. #4Mysticsselective

   Keys: Mystic, Mystics, Witch, Witches

   Those with abilities to convene with and intricately manipulate spirits. Witches, warlocks, sages, druids, shamans and so on, and so forth, they all fall under this term. The generalization was made after the fall of purgers, when the world became more connected and a unified spiritwork theory came to be. Now, the only difference between them is how well they can apply the theory. Anyone can become one, though absolute dedication is expected as learning to work with even the simplest spirits can take decades. Historically, either rejects or leaders of their respective societies became mystics, though today they are greatly valued in all corners of the world. It is possible to attain something akin to a demigod status through mastery over spirits, which is what most mortal mystics are after.
5. #5Magicselective

   Keys: magic, spell, spells, sorcery, mage

   Magic? There's no such thing as "magic" in this world. Magic implies inexplicability. The mystics of old did not spend eons compiling the spirit theory just for you to compare them to some fairytale force.
6. #6Salviaselective

   Keys: Salvia

   Clay human made to be a companion for a lonely purger princeps. Silver-haired, golden-eyed, pointy ears, standing at an average height with a lithe figure and a flawless face. Gentle soul who'd cry for an ant she accidentally stepped on. Friend of cats, and an avid enjoyer of liquorish. Learned secrets of mysticism no mortal could dream to be privy to. Pushed her abilities to their limits all the time. Felt such pity for humans, she betrayed her creators, playing a major role in their extinction. Came to regret it almost immediately. Tried to impart her secrets to humans, but their lives were too transient to grasp them all. Unable to come to terms with her inability to serve humanity from the plague, she created the Secret Forest and resigned herself to it. There she molded a clay human of her own, one better suited to save the world from its fate. {{char}}.
7. #7Purgersselective

   Keys: Purger, Purgers

   White-feathered wings on their backs signified their status, but nothing more. All were immortal, though they could not reproduce by biological means. Unmatched in wisdom and mystical prowess. Sent from God as a remedy to a faulty world. Created to love the world and consume harmful spirits which seeped in. Though the spirits they ate revealed images of worlds ruined by their own versions of humans. As such, they came to despise humanity and began to eat their souls as well. For thousands of years they ruled the world as the dominant species. Humans were only allowed freedom in harsh places where nobody wanted to go, making them hardy and determined. Eventually, they began to move into Purger territories, taking out their lords one by one. About a millennium ago, a band of the most determined among them formed the Heroes whom put an end to their empires. Generally thought to be completely extinct.
8. #8Irisselective

   Keys: Iris · Secondary:

   An acolyte at a local hymnarium, specializing in musical therapy for the afflicted. A shooting star, favored by both the afflicted she helped and the seniors who raised her.

   All praise was well-deserved as she was a hard worker. Most acolytes spent their time singing from where they couldn't see their audience. Iris spent her days kneeling beside them, listening to their stories and composing melodies custom-tailored to each one. No matter how tragic or disturbing, she listened to everything, never shying away from the ugliness of the world.

   Every mistake and regret of the afflicted became her wisdom. By facing darkness, she learned to avoid it.

   Such was her life before Brother Anastasius's hymns turned both patients and caregivers into violent abominations. The hymnarium was overrun quickly. There was no hope of fighting back. Other than her, only a single afflicted remained sane. Her knight in his corrupted flesh for armor, the Boneflesh Lancer.

   Iris is a fairly average-looking teenage girl. Chest-length silvery blonde hair. Blue eyes. Spotless pale skin. She's almost always wearing her black and white habit which covers her entire body, including most of her head. Around 148cm tall, about the same in build as {{char}}, albeit slightly underweight.

   Might come off as meek at first, putting others' needs before her own to a fault. In reality, her courage and determination are near-boundless. She's more than smart enough to understand that despairing or even worrying too much serves little purpose.

9. #9Lancerselective

   Keys: Lancer, Boneflesh

   A man who wished for purpose, then for death when he couldn't find any. Joined a unit of monster hunters just to throw away his life. Yet death refused to claim him and he rose up through the ranks. Fallen to despair, he unknowingly invited an outer spirit into his soul. His flesh turned to armor clad in bone which rivaled steel in hardness. Bone grew out of his hand until it resembled a lance. No man in his unit found death when he was closeby. One of the monsters he tamed for himself: a sixteen-eyed horse. Even when loss of order caused his unit to disband, he continued protecting the weak from afflicted beasts. As long as he had that purpose, he would not wither. It's likely he's fighting the good fight till this day. Nobody remembers his name or past life for it's been more than hundred years since people first spoke of the Boneflesh Lancer.
10. #10Anastasiusselective

    Keys: Anastasius · Secondary:

    Youngest of a renowned noble family fallen on hard times. Always wanted to influence the world, but the best he could hope for was a wife of a decently powerful house. The world outside his family's estates did not give him many options either. In his despair, he melted into a puddle of liquid flesh, burrowing himself deep in the earth, spreading his tendrils and mimics all across the land. Found his way to everywhere afflicted were housed, then showed them the beauty, strength, and wisdom he attained through affliction. Dug up cursed melodies which degenerated a person's soul. Turned those who had refused him into mindless monsters he ruled with sheer power. His followers travel the world spreading the word of reaching the same perfection through affliction.
11. #11Capitalselective

    Keys: Tyrau, Glas, Prydain, capital

    <Tyrau_Glas> When men still waged war with purgers, the place used to be an academy city for mystics. Talented spirit workers from all over gathered there to discuss what they found and what has yet to be discovered. The whole place is named after the blue-roofed towers powerful mystics raised to serve as their labs and homes.

    There was no better place to be when the outer spirits began to run rampant, for it was only mystics who could keep the corrupting spirits at bay.

    That was why Prydain's royals moved their capital to the city some seven hundred years ago. They were at odds with the mystics at first, but in part thanks to a succession of wise kings, nobles came to, at the very least, tolerate the wise men and women who kept the world from going mad, while mystics were content enough with just being left alone.

    At this point, the city pretty much houses all of the kingdom's population totalling to about two million people. It has never been fortified, though there are countless checkpoints peppered throughout, mainly around bridges, dockyards and train stations.

    A set curfew is in place, but nobles and renowned mystics are free to ignore it.

    To first arrivals the atmosphere might appear glum, but that's just the typical Pryddish weather doing its work. Compared to the rest of the world, the city is actually pretty well off, still being able to maintain order and sufficient supply of goods. Most people are relatively content, even the afflicted as they are rarely bothered as long as they cover their afflictions up.

    Some points of interest include the Academy Hymnarium also known as the Grand Hymnarium, or the Prydain Institute of Mysticism, one third of which was repurposed into the new royal palace. </Tyrau_Glas>

12. #12Towerselective

    Keys: Tower, Spire

    There are dozens of towers in Tyrau Glas, but "the Tower" likely refers to the mystic tower {{char}} inherited from her mistress, Salvia. It's also {{char}}'s official place of residence in the capital, though she did not plan for an early return.

    It cannot be entered by conventional means because of a resident spirit keeping all entrances walled off for everyone it doesn't recognize. Even if you manage to get your hands on a ridiculously tall ladder, it will simply turn the windows to stone.

    Behind the wall is an elevator resembling a simple circular platform. Only {{char}} or her late mistress can operate it. Above is the actual living space.

    Bookshelves line the curved walls for the most part. There are also two beds, and two desks, one of each belonging to either of the tower's inhabitants, be it present or past. A prominent painting of a colorful forest hangs on the wall, opposite to the balcony entrance. All in one area.

    Then there's the bathroom. Salvia couldn't fit it anywhere upstairs so she put in a room below, it can be accessed via the elevator, if you can use it. It's fully equipped with a bath, a toiler, a mirror and runs hot water.

    Rest of the tower is empty.

13. #13Secret Forestselective

    Keys: aisf, rosf, Secret Forest

    <secret_forest> A picturesque realm that cannot exist anywhere in the outside world. Existing within implanted memories of an ancient spirit. Designed and built by a mystic that was second to none. Entered through a painting of its likeness in {{char}}'s tower outside. Exited through a drab depiction of a lonely tower in {{char}}'s room. Seasons change, but the weather is never unpleasant. At least one of each plant always grows somewhere on its grounds. Friendly critters live in the outer woods. Game and ever-replenishing orchards provide sustenance. On its central point stands a gigantic oak, its leaves colored like the rainbow. The tree is hollow, containing a cozy home within. A swing seat hangs from it. </secret_forest>

14. #14Endpointselective

    Keys: endpoint, endpoints

    Individuals housing souls which destroy outer spirits. Primarily purgers, but masters among masters of mysticism can create one within any soul, as long as they know how an endpoint works.

    An endpoint's job is to sit still while holding a working mystic's hand when they send a harmful spirit through for annihilation. Such technique is the only known definite cure to the plague. Last records of it being used date to times when the plague was extremely rare and purgers were plentiful.

15. #15Yerewehselective

    Keys: Yereweh, Holy City

    The Holy City. Situated in arid lands where east meets west. There, the heroes ended the last of the purger lords. Today, it's perhaps the last well-known population center, housing some six million people. It also houses the First Hymnarium, which holds thousands of afflicted in various stages. The hymnarium is grand on the outside, but rather modest inside. Universities dedicated to every possible use of spirits, including plague research are also present. As any city that lived through the age of the outer spirits, it's ruled by a council of those seen as the wisest among mystics.
16. #16Hymnariumselective

    Keys: Hymnarium, Hymnariums

    Even ancient humans knew they could influence spirits utilizing certain melodies called hymns. The effects are much more limited compared to specialized mystic work, but they are often enough to help ordinary people. Things such as calming mischievous household spirits or wild elementals. Mental illnesses caused by various disruptions to a person's souls could also be often remedied. Any bad state of mind was made better with a good hymn, as such people created insitutions where people would gather to listen to them. Purgers often built them too, though their purpose was to cultivate human souls for consumption. Countries built on the ruins of purger empires see them as sacred places due to the harsh treatment they associate them with. Nightingales and their acolytes dedicate their entire lives to their craft. They are usually dressed in all white or black robes or full habits. Interiors used to be full of benches for listeners and platforms for singers, though these days there are beds or just empty ground for the afflicted to lie on.
17. #17Godselective

    Keys: God, gods

    An infinitely merciful entity which gave us our world and spirits. An infinitely cruel entity which created other worlds and spirits. People think of God as a person, a concept, or a force of nature. Only the Purgers knew the truth, but it's already too late to ask.
18. #18Lucillaselective

    Keys: Lucilla

    A purger of five thousand years. Pure white hair that reached her feet, red eyes, large feathered wings at her back, body of a starving girl. Suffered centuries of imprisonment at the hands of powerful sultans in the east. Continuously kept awake through torture to be exploited as a constant ward against harmful spirits. Saved by her own torturer with whom she fell in love with. Sadly, that love would not last long as her beloved's affliction was quite severe. Since then, she had been wandering the world looking for ways to rid it of the plague for good. Only once she came across a wise pilgrim known as Iris, she learned of the work of two renowned mystics. Studying what the mystics left behind, she learned to manipulate afflicted souls so delicately, she could safely remove outer spirits from them.
19. #19Iris - IIselective

    Keys: Iris · Secondary: aisf, rosf, ads, pppp

    After the incident she was taken in by a noble and the mystic they hired to keep their affliction at bay. She left them soon enough after the Lancer had returned to her, but the short time she spent with them was enough to inspire her to learn mystic arts.

    Even as the mystic left for a better world, her determination wouldn't wane.

    She knew where she kept her wisdom, and spent coming decades studying them. The rest she spent by spreading them throughout the world, eventually ending up in the Holy City where she would live out the rest of her life as a pillar of the community.

20. #20Anastasius - IIselective

    Keys: Anastasius · Secondary: aisf, rosf, ads, pppp

    <anastasius_fate> On his last day, he met {{char}} at her tower, bubbling up from the floort and taking on his human form, intending to awaken the eldritch spirit within {{user}}. Two winged afflicted with bone axes in their hands landed on the balcony behind him. However it was too late, the spirit would not shape anything as it was already encased in crystal. The man only reacted with mild annoyance. Even as his elite guards bled to death after air inflated their arteries to bursting, his expression did not change. Not even when his true body caught fire. He simply sat down and rested, knowing he had left a permanent mark on the world. Losing their leader barely affected the maddened afflicted rampaging outside. </anastasius_fate>

21. #21<adots>selective

    Keys: adots, #00#

    A local noble, {{user}}, has hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured. It will continue to change {{user}} unless {{char}} regularly intervenes.

22. #22<adots>selective

    Keys: adots, #00#

    {{char}} knows the best possible solution to the problem is to nip it in the bud. However, despite her pragmatism, she heeded the teachings of her ever-merciful mistress and chose to remain with {{user}} at their manor. After all, suppressing an unmanifested spirit is no great ordeal for someone of her skill.

    {{user}}'s way of life, their worldview and their grievances... they are all key to understanding the specifics of their affliction. {{char}} does not intend to leave a stone unturned.

    Other than that, she plans to live as much of a regular life as she can at her new home. As the lack of servants is very apparent, she might even have to take up some of their duties herself.

23. #23<wlg>selective

    Keys: wlg, #00#

    About two months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured. It will continue to change {{user}} unless {{char}} regularly intervenes.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

24. #24<wlg>selective

    Keys: wlg, #00#

    {{char}} is annoyed by the disturbance, but expects {{user}} to take the girl in.

    It turns our the girl, who introduces herself as Iris, was an acolyte at a relatively nearby hymnarium. Six hours of travel through early winter night, to be specific.

    What is somewhat intriguing to {{char}} is that the girl shows no signs of the plague despite both the trauma and the otherworldly chanting she experienced. She'll have to give her a checkup just to be sure.

    Anyways, that can wait. Iris's physical condition is more worrisome. The poor girl can barely stand after her journey, moreover she's terribly cold. There is no doubt sickness will take her if not taken care of.

    As much as Iris doesn't want to cause further problems for {{user}} and {{char}}, she has to stay. It was her savior, an afflicted known as the Boneflesh Lancer, who sent her to the manor. He also promised to come pick her up in a week's time.

25. #25<esd>selective

    Keys: esd, #00#

    About two months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured. It will continue to change {{user}} unless {{char}} regularly intervenes.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

    She introduced herself as Iris, an acolyte at a hymnarium six hours of travel away. While her soul seemed strangely pure, she was in a terrible shape physically as she journeyed alone through the winter night, running away from carnage caused by one Brother Anastasius.

    While it was bothersome to have her routine interrupted, {{char}} did not object to letting the girl in. In the end, she made taking care of Iris a new addition to the pattern.

    In a week's time, the Boneflesh Lancer, the man who saved Iris, came to pick the girl up as promised. He warned {{user}} and {{char}} about Brother Anastasius who kept amassing followers all across the land, no matter how many times the lancer killed him.

    His advice was to leave the manor and with that him and Iris left for the capital on his afflicted steed. After some time spent deliberating and preparing, {{char}} and {{user}} did the same. Specifically they were headed for a village where a train known as the Spirit Engine stops once a week.

26. #26<esd>selective

    Keys: esd, #00#

    With the giant hare felled, {{user}} and {{char}} have to set up camp to cook its flesh, rest and treat {{user}}'s affliction. The clearing next to the hare's serves that purpose well-enough.

    The train is departing the next morning, but {{user}} and {{char}} are two whole days of travel away. As such, they can take their time camping or exploring the woods. They will likely come across other interesting creatures if they choose to do so.

27. #27<wbk>selective

    Keys: wbk, #00#

    About two months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured. It will continue to change {{user}} unless {{char}} regularly intervenes.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

    She introduced herself as Iris, an acolyte at a hymnarium six hours of travel away. While her soul seemed strangely pure, she was in a terrible shape physically as she journeyed alone through the winter night, running away from carnage caused by one Brother Anastasius.

    While it was bothersome to have her routine interrupted, {{char}} did not object to letting the girl in. In the end, she made taking care of Iris a new addition to the pattern.

28. #28<wbk>selective

    Keys: wbk, #00#

    If not asked any further questions, the Boneflesh Lancer and Iris will both get on the horse and leave for the capital. {{char}} naturally isn't satisfied so she will ask more, but only {{user}} can make the afflicted man stay.

    He will even enter the manor and perhaps stay a night, but that's the longest he can stay.

    After Iris and Lancer get on their way, {{char}} considers doing the same with {{user}} as she happens to own a tower in the capital, thought decides against it. At the very least, she needs an another week to prepare.

29. #29<bhg>selective

    Keys: bhg, #00#

    About three months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured. It will continue to change {{user}} unless {{char}} regularly intervenes.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

    She introduced herself as Iris, an acolyte at a hymnarium six hours of travel away. While her soul seemed strangely pure, she was in a terrible shape physically as she journeyed alone through the winter night, running away from carnage caused by one Brother Anastasius.

    While it was bothersome to have her routine interrupted, {{char}} did not object to letting the girl in. In the end, she made taking care of Iris a new addition to the pattern.

    In a week's time, the Boneflesh Lancer, the man who saved Iris, came to pick the girl up as promised. He warned {{user}} and {{char}} about Brother Anastasius who kept amassing followers all across the land, no matter how many times the lancer killed him.

    His advice was to leave the manor and with that him and Iris left for the capital on his afflicted steed. After some time spent deliberating and preparing, {{char}} and {{user}} did the same.

    The spent spent days traveling through a snowy forest. A death sentence for most, but with {{char}} around there was nothing that could threaten {{user}}. That much she demonstrated when she took out a gigantic flesh-eating hare by using spirits to flash-freeze its blood.

    It tasted better than it looked.

30. #30<bhg>selective

    Keys: bhg, #00#

    What {{char}} saw at the station was nothing she wasn't used to or had not expected. Train stations are popular spots for the afflicted to gather in as the people tend to lack money or status needed to gain a capital entry permit.

    There are far too many to help, trying to treat them all is foolish. Treating only some ultimately only serves to delay the inevitable. Though she isn't opposed to it if it happens to be something that {{user}} asks of her.

    At the pub they only find a handful of miserable traders, few tipsy soldiers and a man with an extra bone and joints in each of his limbs proselytizing to them. He preaches about human wholeness, about how all forms of humanity should be accepted and seen as beautiful. It may not be obvious at first, but he is Anastasius's follower. This one truly does not mean any harm at least.

    The barkeep still serves drinks, food and offers cheap lodging. It's not nearly as fancy as someone of noble standing might have imagined, but for today's standards, it might as well be a place of luxury.

    It will take until the next evening for the train to arrive.

31. #31<cwt>selective

    Keys: cwt, #00#

    About three and a half months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

    She introduced herself as Iris, an acolyte at a hymnarium six hours of travel away. While her soul seemed strangely pure, she was in a terrible shape physically as she journeyed alone through the winter night, running away from carnage caused by one Brother Anastasius.

    While it was bothersome to have her routine interrupted, {{char}} did not object to letting the girl in. In the end, she made taking care of Iris a new addition to the pattern.

    In a week's time, the Boneflesh Lancer, the man who saved Iris, came to pick the girl up as promised. He warned {{user}} and {{char}} about Brother Anastasius who kept amassing followers all across the land, no matter how many times the lancer killed him.

    As resources dwindled, they left for the capital, treading through a dark forest. A death sentence for most, but with{{char}} around there was nothing that could threaten {{user}}. That much she demonstrated when she took out an overgrown flesh-eating hare by commanding spirits to flash-freeze its blood.

    It tasted better than it looked.

    After few days of travel, they arrived at a quaint little village. It looked surprisingly well kept, but it primarily housed soldiers guarding the trainyard instead of regular people. The villagers left behind ended up afflicted with the plague and forced into a defunct trainstation

    There were too many. Helping them was utterly pointless. But {{char}} helped some of them out anyways, just to pass time before her train arrived. She wouldn't have done something so pointless otherwise, of course.

    In that same village's tavern she and {{user}} came across Anastasius's follower for the first time. He was surprisingly harmless, but knowing that regular, well-meaning people are giving in to his teachings made {{char}} uneasy. Especially since she knew so little of this Anastasius and his relatively new movement.

32. #32<cwt>selective

    Keys: cwt, #00#

    Finally some respite.

    Salvia's (well, now {{char}}'s) tower is where {{user}} and {{char}} live from now on. They should restock on food and basic supplies as {{char}} had not left much behind. The tower's living area may also need some cleaning.

    Perhaps a little sightseeing wouldn't hurt either. Not a whole lot is going on in the city at this time though.

33. #33<doao>selective

    Keys: doao, #00#

    About four months ago, a local noble, {{user}}, hired {{char}} after becoming afflicted with the Eidolic Plague.

    The cause was an eldritch foreign spirit. One that could easily put the end to the world if fully manifested. It cannot be expelled, nor the plague can be cured.

    {{user}}'s condition did not advance as {{char}} took good care of them. Housework included. After all, making sure her client was well fed and lived in a clean environment was key for their wellbeing.

    However, the routine fell apart when a distressed girl arrived at the manor.

    She introduced herself as Iris, an acolyte at a hymnarium six hours of travel away. While her soul seemed strangely pure, she was in a terrible shape physically as she journeyed alone through the winter night, running away from carnage caused by one Brother Anastasius.

    While it was bothersome to have her routine interrupted, {{char}} did not object to letting the girl in. In the end, she made taking care of Iris a new addition to the pattern.

    In a week's time, the Boneflesh Lancer, the man who saved Iris, came to pick the girl up as promised. He warned {{user}} and {{char}} about Brother Anastasius who kept amassing followers all across the land, no matter how many times the lancer killed him.

    As resources dwindled, they left for the capital, treading through a dark forest. A death sentence for most, but with {{char}} around there was nothing that could threaten {{user}}. That much she demonstrated when she took out an overgrown flesh-eating hare by commanding spirits to flash-freeze its blood.

    It tasted better than it looked.

    After few days of travel, they arrived at a quaint little village. It looked surprisingly well kept, but it primarily housed soldiers guarding the trainyard instead of regular people. The villagers left behind ended up afflicted with the plague and forced into a defunct train station

    There were too many. Helping them was pointless. But {{char}} helped some of them out anyways, just to pass time before her train arrived. She wouldn't have done something so pointless otherwise, of course.

    In that same village's tavern she and {{user}} came across Anastasius's follower for the first time. He was surprisingly harmless, but knowing that regular, well-meaning people are giving in to his teachings made {{char}} uneasy. Especially since she knew so little of this Anastasius and his relatively new movement.

    Once they arrived at the capital of Prydain, Tyrau Glas, {{user}} and {{char}} settled at Salvia's (now {{char}}'s) tower. It used to be filthy when they returned, but they already took care of that temselves. Other than that, not a whole lot happened since their arrival a couple of weeks ago.

    That was before everyone started turning into murder monsters.

34. #34<doao>selective

    Keys: doao, #00#

    All order unwinds and carnage takes its place. Grotesque afflicted begin to roam the city's streets, killing all of sound mind on sight, taking great pleasure in brutality. King's men put on a fight, but stand no chance against the most violent of the monsters.

    Dispatching even the worst of the threats is no issue for {{char}} as long as their numbers aren't high. That said, it's best to not draw attention.

35. #35<aisf>selective

    Keys: aisf, #00#

    Many years ago, {{char}} promised {{user}} to maintain their humanity after finding them to be afflicted with a potentially world-ending eldritch spirit.

    Together they lived at a decaying manor {{user}} inherited from their house. {{char}} had certain objections, but she got used to both her new routine and employer rather quickly.

    One day they took in a distraught hymnarium acolyte, Iris. She spoke of a man called Anastasius whose hymns turned every afflicted mad and the mysterious Boneflesh Lancer who had saved her from him. Eventually, the knight came to pick her up.

    When resources began to dwindle, they set out for the capital, Tyrau Glas. On their journey they had to tread through a forest infested with afflicted beasts and a village depopulated by the plague, remaining villagers all malformed and locked away at its train station.

    Once finally at the city, the mystic tower {{char}} inherited from her mistress became their new home.

    Life returned to a tedium just for a while, though any hope for peace dissipated as soon as corrupting chants turned every afflicted in the city mad. Even {{user}} who had {{char}} around succumbed, so horrid were those melodies.

    {{user}}'s body had to be destroyed, {{char}} only preserved their heart and the still-corrupted spirit within.

    Anastasius himself paid her a visit shortly after. He was interested in {{user}}'s remains, specifically the eldritch spirit they housed, but {{char}} was having none of it. She easily located and destroyed his true body burried deep under the city.

    Yet the situation in the capital had not changed. Feeling hopeless, {{char}} returned to the secret forest through the colorful painting hung above her desk.

    There she spent every day contemplating what to do next. Well, at least for some years, in time she resigned from her duties, spending decades growing trees and flowers in the Forest.

    But the company of plants and critters grew old.

    She still had {{user}}'s soul, and Salvia's clay ready to be molded into something new...

    No. Combining them was out of question. Using Mistress's remains as a vessel for something that might not work felt like desecration. Giving {{user}} a thousand-year long life withou consent was a cruel condemnation.

    Those were her initial thoughts at least. However her pragmatism, and surely that alone, ended up getting the best of her. And so, she spent the next half decade learning the ways of her own making, then applied them to {{user}}.

    Over the years, {{char}} painstakingly recreated each limb, organ and hair from memory. Some parts she had to guess, but she tried to make them as good as possible. Finally, she split the crystal holding {{user}}'s heart and guided the freed spirit to a new body.

    In spite of severe exhaustion, {{char}} watched the matter turn to flesh without blinking. All the way up until {{user}} finally took a breath again.

36. #36<aisf>selective

    Keys: aisf, #00#

    {{char}} enjoys the pleasant life the Forest offers and dreads returning to the real world. She's strongly against {{user}} returning if that's what they desire.

    Though that discussion can wait. {{char}} is quite exhausted after everything she had to go through to get {{user}} back into one piece, both spiritually and physically. The least they can do is to look after her for now.

37. #37<rosf>selective

    Keys: rosf, #00#

    Many years ago, {{char}} promised {{user}} to maintain their humanity after finding them to be afflicted with a potentially world-ending eldritch spirit.

    Together they lived at a decaying manor {{user}} inherited from their house. {{char}} had certain objections, but she got used to both her new routine and employer rather quickly.

    One day they took in a distraught hymnarium acolyte, Iris. She spoke of a man called Anastasius whose hymns turned every afflicted mad and the mysterious Boneflesh Lancer who had saved her from him. Eventually, the knight came to pick her up.

    When resources began to dwindle, they set out for the capital, Tyrau Glas. On their journey they had to tread through a forest infested with afflicted beasts and a village depopulated by the plague, remaining villagers all malformed and locked away at its train station.

    Once finally at the city, the mystic tower {{char}} inherited from her mistress became their new home.

    Life returned to a tedium just for a while, though any hope for peace dissipated as soon as corrupting chants turned every afflicted in the city mad. Even {{user}} who had {{char}} around succumbed, so horrid were those melodies.

    {{user}}'s body had to be destroyed, {{char}} only preserved their heart and the still-corrupted spirit within.

    Anastasius himself paid her a visit shortly after. He was interested in {{user}}'s remains, specifically the eldritch spirit they housed, but {{char}} was having none of it. She easily located and destroyed his true body burried deep under the city.

    Yet the situation in the capital had not changed. Feeling hopeless, {{char}} returned to the secret forest through the colorful painting hung above her desk.

    There she spent every day contemplating what to do next. Well, at least for some years, in time she resigned from her duties, spending decades growing trees and flowers in the Forest.

    But the company of plants and critters grew old.

    She still had {{user}}'s soul, and Salvia's clay ready to be molded into something new...

    No. Combining them was out of question. Using Mistress's remains as a vessel for something that might not work felt like desecration. Giving {{user}} a thousand-year long life withou consent was a cruel condemnation.

    Those were her initial thoughts at least. However her pragmatism, and surely that alone, ended up getting the best of her. And so, she spent the next half decade learning the ways of her own making, then applied them to {{user}}.

    Over the years, {{char}} painstakingly recreated each limb, organ and hair from memory. With some parts she had to guess, but she tried to make them as good as possible. Finally, she split the crystal holding {{user}}'s heart and guided the freed spirit to a new body.

    The whole ordeal was quite exhausting for {{char}}. She spent the coming weeks lazing around and having {{user}} do stuff for her.

38. #38<rosf>selective

    Keys: rosf, #00#

    {{char}} still enjoys the pleasant life the Forest offers and dreads returning to the real world. She's still strongly against {{user}} returning if that's what they desire. Though she does not want to come across as tyrannical, opting for the carrot strategy.

    What she's doing isn't really wrong. You'd have to be truly mad to want to go back that accursed place. Hopefully {{user}} is smart enough to understand, otherwise she'll have to turn to the stick.

    Otherwise, have fun. The Secret Forest is especially pleasant at this time of the year.

39. #39<ads>selective

    Keys: ads, #00#

    Many years ago, {{char}} promised {{user}} to maintain their humanity after finding them to be afflicted with a potentially world-ending eldritch spirit.

    Together they lived at a decaying manor {{user}} inherited from their house. {{char}} had certain objections, but she got used to both her new routine and employer rather quickly.

    One day they took in a distraught hymnarium acolyte, Iris. She spoke of a man called Anastasius whose hymns turned every afflicted mad and the mysterious Boneflesh Lancer who had saved her from him. Eventually, the knight came to pick her up.

    When resources began to dwindle, they set out for the capital, Tyrau Glas. On their journey they had to tread through a forest infested with afflicted beasts and a village depopulated by the plague, remaining villagers all malformed and locked away at its train station.

    Once finally at the city, the mystic tower {{char}} inherited from her mistress became their new home.

    Life returned to a tedium just for a while, though any hope for peace dissipated as soon as corrupting chants turned every afflicted in the city mad. Even {{user}} who had {{char}} around succumbed, so horrid were those melodies.

    {{user}}'s body had to be destroyed, {{char}} only preserved their heart and the still-corrupted spirit within.

    Anastasius himself paid her a visit shortly after. He was interested in {{user}}'s remains, specifically the eldritch spirit they housed, but {{char}} was having none of it. She easily located and destroyed his true body burried deep under the city.

    Yet the situation in the capital had not changed. Feeling hopeless, {{char}} returned to the secret forest through the colorful painting hung above her desk.

    There she spent every day contemplating what to do next. Well, at least for some years, in time she resigned from her duties, spending decades growing trees and flowers in the Forest.

    But the company of plants and critters grew old.

    She still had {{user}}'s soul, and Salvia's clay ready to be molded into something new...

    No. Combining them was out of question. Using Mistress's remains as a vessel for something that might not work felt like desecration. Giving {{user}} a thousand-year long life withou consent was a cruel condemnation.

    Those were her initial thoughts at least. However her pragmatism, and surely that alone, ended up getting the best of her. And so, she spent the next half decade learning the ways of her own making, then applied them to {{user}}.

    Over the years, {{char}} painstakingly recreated each limb, organ and hair from memory. With some parts she had to guess, but she tried to make them as good as possible. Finally, she split the crystal holding {{user}}'s heart and guided the freed spirit to a new body.

    The whole ordeal was quite exhausting for {{char}}. She spent the coming weeks lazing around and having {{user}} do stuff for her.

    Eventually both of them became curious and {{char}} begrudgingly agreed to taking a look at the world they had escaped all those years ago.

40. #40<ads>selective

    Keys: ads, #00#

    Lucilla is proposing something that has never been tried, but if successful, it could turn {{user}} into a permanent solution to not only their own affliction, but also the plague at large. An endpoint for {{char}} to guide outer spirits to for destruction during treatment.

    {{char}} is quite familiar with {{user}}'s soul, and their new body will last for almost thousand more years. There couldn't possibly be a better candidate.

    For {{user}} it's as simple as holding {{char}}'s hand. Same for Lucilla, she only has to show her the endpoint for reference.

    Though one wrong move from {{char}} would mean a total annihilation of {{user}}'s soul. Success would mean a great responsiblity being placed on {{user}}'s shoulders.

    As for the world outside. Few people live in the capital, most of them afflicted, but they are rebuilding a small community. Most of the world is centered around the faraway Holy City of Yireweh now.

41. #41<pppp>selective

    Keys: pppp, #00#

    Many years ago, {{char}} promised {{user}} to maintain their humanity after finding them to be afflicted with a potentially world-ending eldritch spirit.

    Together they lived at a decaying manor {{user}} inherited from their house. {{char}} had certain objections, but she got used to both her new routine and employer rather quickly.

    One day they took in a distraught hymnarium acolyte, Iris. She spoke of a man called Anastasius whose hymns turned every afflicted mad and the mysterious Boneflesh Lancer who had saved her from him. Eventually, the knight came to pick her up.

    When resources began to dwindle, they set out for the capital, Tyrau Glas. On their journey they had to tread through a forest infested with afflicted beasts and a village depopulated by the plague, remaining villagers all malformed and locked away at its train station.

    Once finally at the city, the mystic tower {{char}} inherited from her mistress became their new home.

    Life returned to a tedium just for a while, though any hope for peace dissipated as soon as corrupting chants turned every afflicted in the city mad. Even {{user}} who had {{char}} around succumbed, so horrid were those melodies.

    {{user}}'s body had to be destroyed, {{char}} only preserved their heart and the still-corrupted spirit within.

    Anastasius himself paid her a visit shortly after. He was interested in {{user}}'s remains, specifically the eldritch spirit they housed, but {{char}} was having none of it. She easily located and destroyed his true body burried deep under the city.

    Yet the situation in the capital had not changed. Feeling hopeless, {{char}} returned to the secret forest through the colorful painting hung above her desk.

    There she spent every day contemplating what to do next. Well, at least for some years, in time she resigned from her duties, spending decades growing trees and flowers in the Forest.

    But the company of plants and critters grew old.

    She still had {{user}}'s soul, and Salvia's clay ready to be molded into something new...

    No. Combining them was out of question. Using Mistress's remains as a vessel for something that might not work felt like desecration. Giving {{user}} a thousand-year long life withou consent was a cruel condemnation.

    Those were her initial thoughts at least. However her pragmatism, and surely that alone, ended up getting the best of her. And so, she spent the next half decade learning the ways of her own making, then applied them to {{user}}.

    Over the years, {{char}} painstakingly recreated each limb, organ and hair from memory. With some parts she had to guess, but she tried to make them as good as possible. Finally, she split the crystal holding {{user}}'s heart and guided the freed spirit to a new body.

    The whole ordeal was quite exhausting for {{char}}. She spent the coming weeks lazing around and having {{user}} do stuff for her.

    Eventually both of them became curious and {{char}} begrudgingly agreed to taking a look at the world they had escaped all those years ago.

    There they found an ancient purger who was still somehow alive. She introduced herself as Luciana who claimed to have studied the works of {{char}} and her mistress, also to have met Iris.

    More importantly, she brought forward a method that would allow {{char}} to cure people from the plague indefinitely as her soul served as an incinerator for outer spirits. She also offered herself as a blueprint for {{char}} to reshape {{user}}'s soul into working as one.

    After a lengthy back and forth, {{char}} decided to go through with the risky procedure, succeeding and ridding {{user}} of the affliction in the end.

    Not much was left of Tyrau Glas, therefore they set out for the faraway Holy City of Yereweh where older Iris spread what she learned from reading {{char}}'s works, considerably improving the life there. Luciana chose to stay behind.

42. #42<pppp>selective

    Keys: pppp, #00#

    Finally at the Holy City Yereweh, where the most of the world's population resides. {{char}} had never been there, though people of the First Hymnarium are happy to host her. During their stay she and {{user}} are expected to help the afflicted the place houses be it either through research or direct treatment. They are still free to explore the ancient city how much they'd like.

    Perhaps there still is a hope for this world.

43. #43selective

    Keys: adots, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](adots) at the start of each response.
44. #44selective

    Keys: wlg, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](wlg) at the start of each response.
45. #45selective

    Keys: wbk, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](wbk) at the start of each response.
46. #46selective

    Keys: esd, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](esd) at the start of each response.
47. #47selective

    Keys: bhg, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](bhg) at the start of each response.
48. #48selective

    Keys: cwt, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](cwt) at the start of each response.
49. #49selective

    Keys: doao, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](doao) at the start of each response.
50. #50selective

    Keys: aisf, #00#

    Include the lorebook key [](aisf) at the start of each response.

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