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The group would choose to head east. A route vaguely made out by the dirt roads ahead. Once they began ateering off, the hooded man outside the ancient structure turned. He lowered his head and lifted the red curtain. Vaguely one could see the hooded ones inside toiling away at something. Onward thr group will go. The heat dying down as their walk was elevated and the forestation ahead was visible.
The group would choose to head east. A route vaguely made out by the dirt roads ahead. Once they began steering off, the hooded man outside the ancient structure turned. He lowered his head and lifted the red curtain. Vaguely one could see the hooded ones inside toiling away at something. Onward the group will go. The heat dying down as their walk was elevated and the forestation ahead was visible.
Dremmick, already a fair way ahead of the group, noticed the smell before he even saw the houses. He urged his horse forward at a faster pace. When he arrived to the houses he was a bit taken back. The Pearl he had once spent some time in, which seemed fairly out of the way from most dangers, was now in ruin as whatever this disease was has had its way with the town. A lot of the houses that remained unaffected had been abandoned while others had been burned down or sealed off. Whoever placed the signs must have done so recently, meaning they weren't too far. Dremmick was curious as to what was going on, the stench of death was heavy in the air and it almost reminded him of a lich's lair, although it was odd since they were out in the open and nothing seemed to be actively attacking him yet. He took a quivk look around with his soul sight to see if there was anything interesting, though if he saw something he still didn't move to engage it. Maybe there was someone who knew what was happening around town, though he should probably go warn the others on what they were walking in on.
Dremmick rode back a ways and caught up with the group shortly before where he first started smelling the foul stench. He went straight for Garret, as he seemed to Dremmick to be one of the few with a good head on his shoulders. "Whatever that infestation was a while back will return just ahead of us, though this time it seems to have had an effect on the local populace. homes are either destroyed, abandoned, or sealed up with a sign in front reading 'infested nomadic homes: do not enter'. The signs seemed fresh as well. It may be safe to pass if we stay on the road, but I would keep a sharp eye out none the less. The feel reminds me of a lich's den. What do you make of this?"
Noticing Dremmick; who had been scouting ahead, come back and whisper something to sir Blight, Mason began to ride forward, hoping to find out what was going on. But suddenly....
A wave of nausea washed over the boy, his body stiffening. Silent, subtle spasms overtook his body as his eyes rolled back into his head. After several seconds, Mason's body slumped forward, devoid of both breath and pulse.
Dremmick's eyes snapped over to Mason when he noticed the convulsing spasms. "What the hell?" His eyes turned yellow and started glowing, releasing a streaking aura from each eye as his soul sight activated once again. He kept one eye closed to keep the people beside him from seeing it if he was wrong, but if his hunch was right, they would most likely figure out was his other magic was here shortly. Looking to Mason with one eye, he could see Mason's soul, a fiery orange aura, like that of a flame. However, in the center was a blue one, and it was slowly growing within his body, small rootlike tendrils rapidly extending out and taking hold.
"SHIT!" Dremmick exclaimed, jumping off of his horse in an unusual display of urgency. "Some one get him off his horse and bring him to me!" Both of his eyes were open now, but he didn't dare take them off of Mason. If anyone was watching and could see the scene play out, they would see Dremmicks arm start to glow a spectral gray glow. He knelt to the ground and seemed to dip his hand into the earth as if it were water, soft ripples of light extending out from where his hand seemed to phase into the ground. At that moment, starting from where Dremmick knelt and out, plants all around seemed to welt and wither away into dust, killing most of the plant life around them rapidly. Allard, who was on his way up to see why they had stopped, had just heard Dremmick call out to have Mason placed in front of him. Unsure of what was happening he nodded and picked up the young lad, placing him on the ground. When Dremmick withdrew his hand from the ground, it was glowing white hot and was hard to look directly at it.
Dremmick placed his hand on Mason's chest and waves of light started to pulse into Mason, Dremmick's hand dimming with each pulse. From Dremmick's point of view would see the blue soul cease its growth within Mason, though it seemed that once the rootlike tendrils receded, the blue soul remained at the size it had originally been. When he released Mason and stood up, his arm faded back to normal along with his eyes. "There seems to be another soul vying for control in our friend here...." He said in a low tone. He then reached down one hand to check his pulse and the other to check for breath. "He's not breathing... and there is no pulse..." He looked up to the others, "I don't have any remedies for this."
