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:Ioseb was a shipwright with a young family when everything changed. The bloody flux came in on the tide and Trader Down council closed off the docks. For months, the inhabitants lived off warehouse spoilage, rats, and what fish they could catch. Bodies were racked from disease and malnutrition as the sickness crept its way through the lower town. | :Ioseb was a shipwright with a young family when everything changed. The bloody flux came in on the tide and Trader Down council closed off the docks. For months, the inhabitants lived off warehouse spoilage, rats, and what fish they could catch. Bodies were racked from disease and malnutrition as the sickness crept its way through the lower town. | ||
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:In the delirium of half life, Ioseb emerged as a leader. He walked among the sailors, stevedores and prostitutes, breaking up fights and raising spirits. Believing they would all survive, Ioseb kept going by sheer force of bloody will as the dead began to outnumber the living, his own body wasting away as bout after bout of the flux turned his insides out. | :In the delirium of half life, Ioseb emerged as a leader. He walked among the sailors, stevedores and prostitutes, breaking up fights and raising spirits. Believing they would all survive, Ioseb kept going by sheer force of bloody will as the dead began to outnumber the living, his own body wasting away as bout after bout of the flux turned his insides out. | ||
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:If he died during this time, he didn’t notice, such was the scourge of the flux. He would talk to the dead just as to the living and as the bodies of both wasted away, he would tell them happier times were coming. Whether it was took one year or two for the flux to pass and for the council to reopen the docks, the tale that is told is of a pile of clothing and bones and a man sat atop it surrounded by skulls, offering counsel to the dead. | :If he died during this time, he didn’t notice, such was the scourge of the flux. He would talk to the dead just as to the living and as the bodies of both wasted away, he would tell them happier times were coming. Whether it was took one year or two for the flux to pass and for the council to reopen the docks, the tale that is told is of a pile of clothing and bones and a man sat atop it surrounded by skulls, offering counsel to the dead. | ||
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Revision as of 14:19, 22 October 2023
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Background/Bio
- Ioseb was a shipwright with a young family when everything changed. The bloody flux came in on the tide and Trader Down council closed off the docks. For months, the inhabitants lived off warehouse spoilage, rats, and what fish they could catch. Bodies were racked from disease and malnutrition as the sickness crept its way through the lower town.
- In the delirium of half life, Ioseb emerged as a leader. He walked among the sailors, stevedores and prostitutes, breaking up fights and raising spirits. Believing they would all survive, Ioseb kept going by sheer force of bloody will as the dead began to outnumber the living, his own body wasting away as bout after bout of the flux turned his insides out.
- If he died during this time, he didn’t notice, such was the scourge of the flux. He would talk to the dead just as to the living and as the bodies of both wasted away, he would tell them happier times were coming. Whether it was took one year or two for the flux to pass and for the council to reopen the docks, the tale that is told is of a pile of clothing and bones and a man sat atop it surrounded by skulls, offering counsel to the dead.