Its Incarnadine Virulence

Its Incarnadine Virulence is a plague. Literally, and along with that literally, figuratively. Once a mere ordinary virus, one day, it infected and killed a weakened Long. The rest is awful, awful history.

Its Incarnadine Virulence
Origin	Blood, of sorts
Titles	Glorious Rot, Inferna Pestis, Hydra Plague
Names	{{{names}}}
Aspects	None
Owner(s)	SRN)

Contents

Description

History

Its Incarnadine Virulence was a mundane plague. Nevertheless, it was a terrible one. Carried through the air, it rampaged through the Histories, reaping a gleeful death toll of millions. Perhaps it would have stayed as that, mindlessly slaying till the ages turned and a vaccine was developed and it brought to the verge of extinction, but some foul alignment of the fates intervened, and in the Collision, it found a Long. As their body and mind were wracked by the mad confluence of power unleashed by that terrible disaster, a single speck of virus slipped in. As the virus took its first taste of Long, it began its first terrible steps to ascension, developing a lethal strain laced with elder power. It ate its first host from the inside out, and they died wracked with horrible pains and horrible enlightenment.

Principles

Its Incarnadine Virulence is without any principles of its own. Rather, each of its strains develops and absorbs aspects from its victims, growing more lethal, virulent, and powerful with each Long or Name it claims. A thousand different strains exist, interbreeding and competing with each other. Together, they are an Hour, but one eclectic and shattered, with a thousand minds. Perhaps, one day, they will unite, and its Incarnadine Virulence will claim its fullest title as the plague of gods.

Strains

Scarpox

Principles:

Patient Zero: <Some Knock Name>

Scarpox enters through a sacrament of opening, infesting a wound and ensuring it does not heal, it will not close. Instead, it feasts and it opens. Nothing, on the surface, appears abnormal about the wound; it does not fester and it does not rot. But it grows, and eventually, it spreads. The victim is decorated with scars, slowly dividing and opening them. First mere nicks, then terrible gouging wounds until they succumb, torn and opened.

The Finest Madness

Principles:

Patient Zero: <Some Lantern Name>

A madness of the body and the mind.

'Consumption'

Principles:

Worship

Cult

Mark

1. Latency: The Virulence: That latest bout of illness; I feel something remains of it
2. Dormancy: The Virulence:
3. Infestation: The Virulence:
4. Corruption: The Virulence:
5. Rampancy: The Virulence:
6. Accord: The Virulence:
7. Ending:

Servants

Carriers

Locations

The Mansus

The Histories

Items

Tools

Ingredients

Influences

Books

• The Notes of Dr. Anthas
  • Description: A bundle of papers hastily bound together in dreadful handwriting. It describes the inexplicable malady afflicting a Mr. L_____y
  • Start: Mr. L_____y first came in with a mild cold, seemingly resistant to all conventional treatment. By the second day, he was comatose. By the third, half Dr. Anthas's team was too.
  • End Text: Dr. Anthas's security measures become more and more extreme until abruptly, the notes end. "It has found a manner of spreading throug..." are the last few words. The last page seems burned
  • Gives: Nothing good.

Rites

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