Before the line of the Oracle received the power of healing, infection with the Scourge was, for all intents and purposes, a death sentence. People who showed signs of infection would take their own lives, in the hope that it would stop the disease before they became monster of the night and hurt their families and friends. A blood-bourne illness - but it was a long time before we knew that. Too long.
And then, one day - there was a healer, who took the black marks from the people and left them healthy. Touched by the light of the Crystal, in a way that no other has been, before or since -
But that healing came with a price. His was not a true power of healing. He just... moved the infection. Into himself.
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[Izunia waves a hand dismissively. Good enough.]
Before the line of the Oracle received the power of healing, infection with the Scourge was, for all intents and purposes, a death sentence. People who showed signs of infection would take their own lives, in the hope that it would stop the disease before they became monster of the night and hurt their families and friends. A blood-bourne illness - but it was a long time before we knew that. Too long.
And then, one day - there was a healer, who took the black marks from the people and left them healthy. Touched by the light of the Crystal, in a way that no other has been, before or since -
But that healing came with a price. His was not a true power of healing. He just... moved the infection. Into himself.