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*Numerous residents of Nec'perya have begun to note unusual experiences. Some report of seeing abnormal shapes scurrying in the shadows at the corners of their eyes, objects moving slightly faster or slower than they appear, food and liquid taking on the faint taste of acid or sea-water, a constant low buzzing emanating from above, as well as a number of other such oddities. Almost universally, they are experiencing faint traces of silver in their blood, and the lingering scent of ozone in their nostrils. To most, it is unclear as to the cause of this sudden pandemic of unusual activity.*

Some might have witnessed or heard about this strange occurance.

Ulviir'aufein does his best to preach in the streets about the curse of the surface reaching down to quench the last hope of the world; The settlement of nec'pereya.
Albeit the surface world seems quite capable of battling the plague of the quintessence, the same cannot be said about the denizens of Nec'pereya.

Ulviir seeks counsel with the Vanguard commander and urges him to call an emergency meeting in the council! There must be kidnappings and sacrifices to please Lolth least they be all doomed!

Hearing Ulviir's doomsaying on the streets, Naltyrr's response more or less would be.

"Shut up Ulviir!" He turns to address any who would be listening. "Our -learned-..." At this, he shoots a dirty look at Ulviir. "... Arcanists are working on a solution to those 'infected' with this silver blood and we have made critical breakthroughs towards that end, the Vanguard is working to contain the problem. For now, obey Vanguard instructions and don't disgrace yourselves in the eyes of the Dread Queen for this is but just another challenge for us to overcome and prove ourselves worthy of the Dread Queen's favour! We have survived Edonil's fall, how does this compare to any of that?"

"Therefore, any who are infected are to report to the doors of the Vanguard Headquarters for processing, your safety will be guaranteed! Those who don't report in and try to hide their infected status will be quarantined in our new dungeons."

Any infected who report in are taken to the uninhabited section of the Apartments and are quarantined there for 'public safety.' Vanguard soldiers are instructed to keep them supplied with food and whatnot, two flesh golems are deployed to ensure compliance with the quarantine. Vanguard soldiers are also instructed to go door to door to make sure all infected had complied with Vanguard orders.

Finally, Naltyrr orders that a head count of how many infected to be delivered to him so as to have a better grasp on how widespread the infection is.

Miz'ri was seen pushing on her qu'ellar door, a tumble of rocks slowly giving way behind it after she'd spend strenuous efforts to get the door open. She looked almost desperate, to the outsider, it would seem that she might be in some kind of a panic herself. Once the door was opened, she meticulously collected all the rocks she just knocked over, and stacked them against the door again. She started to furnish the upper chambers of the building with her own stuff, then put her bed next to where the vampiric illithid once lived.

Careful not to play with any of the panels, obviously leaving the toys for someone more experienced, she waited, staring at the old coffin the illithid vampire used to live in, as if expecting it to magically reappear and attack her at any moment.

Hours passed.

"What am I doing...? "

She finally got up from the bed, walking around in the empty room, scratching her hair rather obsessively, her left hand beginning to shake...

"I can't just sit here... and leave a male in charge of the entire city... there's no way..."

The drow priestess began carving a hole in the south-most wall, that would be overlooking the city from a high vantage point with her chisel. This task took her hours...but she seemed inclined to stop after a while, recovering from her insanity. She walked over with sweat on her visage back down to her bed and seemingly repeated a prayer silently to herself, clutching her spiderling figurine around her neck and the obsidian one that was made for another purpose.

Hours passed.

Miz'ri paced around the room tirelessly, her visage in turmoil and her hands were shaking.

"Was it real? ... Are you real?" She called out, looking around the room, half expecting some kind of apparition to pop out and begin talking to her.

Nothing...

She held her head, shaking her hair in a stringy mess, as somehow the silence bothered her just as much as noise now...

"This isn't confinement.." She tried to assure herself. "Not if I'm here by choice. I can always leave.. I will still get reports...I'm still in charge."

She continuously drank mind blank potions every once in a while out of sheer paranoia, and took out her journal and tirelessly penned ideas with her quill of potential cures for her impurities, and ways to quarantine the city in the world case scenario. Luckily for the others.. she wasn't in the streets to hear the other idea.

The Ul'ath'tallar appears to be more or less fine throughout all of this, at least so far. Word of Ulviir's outcries in the streets would have easily reached her, and any who sought council with the Ul'ath'tallar would receive potentially reassuring words. It is not the wrath of the Dread Queen that we face, but the machinations of mortals. She could stop it with a bat of Her glorious gaze but She leaves it to us as a Test. Calm yourself, be vigilant as we have since arriving. Obey the Vanguard's orders and do not disgrace yourself with violence in these times. Those quarantined will be cured. We will prevail over this Test because our faith in Lolth is strong!

Still she is seen taking her tours about the city, a Spider Guard always with her. It would seem to the casual observer that she does not fear the threat to the city, and continues her inspections and observations of the city and it's inhabitants. Additionally she would add a note of her own to Naltyrr's proclamation -assuming he put up notice in the city.

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Faithful of the Dread Queen and Her Spider-

Heed the Vanguard's quarantine orders for it comes from wisdom and reason. We must all do our part to ensure the safety of Lolth's jewel remains intact. Do not rabble rouse like some petty surfacers would. Do not provoke violence against each other. Calm yourselves and remember that we are Lolth's faithful. We are Her daughters and sons. We will triumph over this Test.

Those that do not comply will be discovered. It would be unwise to attempt to hide from Her gaze. Put your trust in the Vanguard's arcanists that they will bring about the cure in Her most sacred name.

For now, the planned celebration same be held for another tenday.

Lolth tlu malla!
-Ul'ath'tallar d'Nec'perya Zrae'a'stra'fryn-

Despite recent correspondence and seeming calm from Miz'ri, something unexpected happens!

Sargtlin Rith'tar steps out of a portal and pivots to stands face to face with the guard there. Or at least an individual who is wearing his armor and helm does. He asks the usual, 'Whom has the guard seen lately?' When the guard can't come up with a precise location for the Ilharess Ussen d'Vhid he portals out.

Kerath has been seen around Nec'perya often lately. In the past few cycles, his time is spent within the Vanguard Headquarters, overseeing the construction of a rather bizarre device. Should one be able to enter the locked confines, they would spot four large glass tubes and a mass of tubes and needles scattered inside one of the small rooms.

The drow is immersed in his work, and pays little attention to visitors, but if asked about the origin of his work, he would state that its purpose is to deal with the onset of this "silver plague".

On the opposite side of the spectrum, the Scholar is remarkably absent from the city while the quarantine is in place.

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