Outbreak

The cleric observed the goblin carefully. The black boils on its skin had began to rupture leaking the greasy black fluid all over the ground around him. Whatever this disease was, it was getting serious. Dozens of reported cases among the goblins guarding Draconia were springing up. This was the first case and so far it only affected goblins. To be safe, the vice roy had ordered all the goblins and orcs moved outside of the city.

It was not a disease the cleric could cure. Strange, if he could find out where the goblin got the disease it may help. There was no telling really, they were filthy creatures and the wilds were full of strange cursed artifacts and what have you.

The goblin began rambling, most likely the result of a fever. It was heavily slurred buy he could make out bits, "Green skinned beast. . . walked like a man... they were dieing all around. . . he wore red. Red like blood.... so much power. .. Power to fear.... let me die. He is coming."

Then the goblin died. The only clues his ramblings. General Maximus had arrived back in the city earlier that day perhaps he could ask the general to put some scout teams together and search the northern outposts for any clues to this source.