Corpses Found In The Hive

[*Selebius]

She slithers closer warily, stretching her open hand in Emila's direction, accepting the sample.

"And you show me why? Am sure the beasties are just scared of you as they... ewww!"

Wrinkling her nose she drops the urn which rolls into the grass towards Emila's feet.

"They are evil! I mean you are offending but they are... are..... worse!"

The creature gives Emila a sharp glance. "Why are you asking about them? You want to control them? Make something like them yourself?"

[*Midnight]

Emila smiles at her flashing a set of long sharp fangs just to add to the creatures discomfort.

"So glad you you think more highly of me than you do the vermin. And to answer your question no I wish to find what could do this to them, they seem to possess some kind of group consciousness. I think whatever has bestowed it on them is behind a plague in Sigil. "

[*Selebius]

"Glad, huh?"

The creature starting to circle Emila, seizing her up from all sides with great curiousity. Desoite the knowledge what emila is she shows no fear- only some disgust and.... a pity?

"Am sure you hear worse. But this things... the beetles. Yes, they are part of something bigger- some kind of a hive mind I would say. What caused it I cannot say. But the evil emanating from this creatures....", she pauses, fluffs her wings, eyes Emila as if she is not yet sure to share her knowledge with the Vampire.

"You want to destroy them. Not control. Not make more. Correct?" Her eyes fix on Emila's and the vampire feels that she should choose her next words carefully.

[*Midnight]

The mixture of expressions are lost on Emila as she answers the question.

"I must admit the plague was useful for a time. Now I feel it has run its course and must be stopped. Yes I want to destroy them."

[*Selebius]

She nods then answers in a flat voice: " I am almost sure this Hivemind was caused by words of power spoken in the language of evil. Whoever did this must be both learned and utterly corrupt and evil. Perhaps a fiend... perhaps an undead like you. But there are also mortals capable of acts like this. "

[*Midnight]

Emila nods once as she listens.

"I see, for what it is worth thankyou."

//Lore roll to see if she knows what darkspeach is?

[*Selebius]

(( please ))

The creature nods and even whispers a 'farewell' before speading its wings and vanishing in the dark sky.

[*Er_Nano_Infame]

apparently serin can't find the guy she's been looking for ((unless anyone corrects me)),
so she looks how many people go to with the hardheads or dusties for assistance against the disease, gauging frequency and quantity of the flow of people, and thinking.

[*Selebius]

Now that the hardheads offer their assistance as well fewer people join the Dusties of course.

Serin can only make an educated guess but it seems that the Hardheads heal about 100-200 people each day while the Dusties heal about half as many.

The Yuan Ti will also see that some have to be healed more than once- sometimes approaching the healers anew after a few days have passed.

This numbers are quite steady however- that is until the corpses from undersigil appear.

They come up the tunnels, crawl from the sewers, the canal... walking into the Hive to burst apart as soon as they are attacked, spreading the infectious fluid over everything near, the vermin infesting them buzzing and crawling and slithering around, spreading over the Hive as if following some dark plan.

[*Midnight]

//Here goes

Emila would make her way back to the portal and Sigil, her next stop is the temple of the abyss but she would stop off at the Mortuary to place the urn with the zombie she has found, should Serin be at the mortuary she would probably see her.