Crow’s Eye View – A Healer’s Perspective on the Mission to Chester 1117

By Althea Emmet, Crows of Albion

As the blue skies of Nihon faded to the familiar grey sky of Albion Chester’s walls rose above
us. Immediately we were faced with the previous transport groups already fighting the
cannibals we had come to defend the city from. I, accompanied by the other healers, took
up position on the higher slopes of the hill alongside the archers, better to watch the battle
and easier for the injured to locate us. It soon became clear that the danger was less the
damage they could do but the disease they inflicted, wounds were beginning to fester
almost immediately weakening the body and blocking the healing energy from reaching the
pattern. Luckily, we found that between us we had a fairly good stock of healing herbs
known to fight disease, however as wave after wave of attacks came we began to run low
on supplies forcing our defenders to fight on despite the foulness seeping through their
veins. One of the cannibals broke through the lines but it was cut down swiftly with its
gnashing teeth inches from my arm, I will not be able to forget the sound of its
incomprehensible screaming for a long time.
I first encountered this condition at the Fayre in May and in its initial stages any competent
surgeon can remove the cursed matter from the stomach and cure it, however the longer it
is left the closer the victim gets to the point of no return when their mind is completely lost
and they are no longer themselves. To see so many thus afflicted, easily a few towns worth,
is a great sorrow for Albion, for while we mourn the great and good that fall in battle it is
always the ordinary people that suffer the brunt of sickness. The ones who can’t afford a
doctor or who live days away from a healer who may be willing to help them without
charge. The ones who can’t take a day away from the fields or they will not have enough
food for winter.
We won the day through strength of arms, spell craft and sheer will, leaving Chester safe for
now and hopefully secure against further threat. We returned to Nihon once it was clear
that no one was suffering from any lingering effects of the disease and before any of us set
foot in camp our patterns were checked for any signs of the curse, by our good fortune no
one had been afflicted.
However, I can’t help thinking about the bodies lying in the fields outside of Chester, once
men and women of Albion turned to monsters by a sickness spread by something as
innocuous as a meat pie. We must all be vigilant.