About: Mary Morbus

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We were at the gates, we were almost there. Everything was going so well. The Citadel lay within our grasp, the battle would soon be over. Then we heard it. A death rattle of a cough that froze the blood to ice. No one had told us Mary was here. No one had warned us...And then the horrible screech, and she was on us, tearing into the men in front of me, a cloud of pestilence following her like an aura. She...I...I'm sorry, Master. We failed Junil. She was too much.--Dying words of Truls Dagrend, 1st. Order Shield Troops, recorded at Crusader Plague Hospital.

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rdfs:comment	We were at the gates, we were almost there. Everything was going so well. The Citadel lay within our grasp, the battle would soon be over. Then we heard it. A death rattle of a cough that froze the blood to ice. No one had told us Mary was here. No one had warned us...And then the horrible screech, and she was on us, tearing into the men in front of me, a cloud of pestilence following her like an aura. She...I...I'm sorry, Master. We failed Junil. She was too much.--Dying words of Truls Dagrend, 1st. Order Shield Troops, recorded at Crusader Plague Hospital.
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abstract	We were at the gates, we were almost there. Everything was going so well. The Citadel lay within our grasp, the battle would soon be over. Then we heard it. A death rattle of a cough that froze the blood to ice. No one had told us Mary was here. No one had warned us...And then the horrible screech, and she was on us, tearing into the men in front of me, a cloud of pestilence following her like an aura. She...I...I'm sorry, Master. We failed Junil. She was too much.--Dying words of Truls Dagrend, 1st. Order Shield Troops, recorded at Crusader Plague Hospital. Mary is like a dread creature from some fevered nightmare. Pale as death and twisted into a crippled and deformed shadow of a human being, her appearance reveals the madness within. She is surprisingly dangerous, biting and slashing with her clawlike nails. Even those who survive initial contacts often succumb to the insidious plague she carries--but not before they spread it to those unfortunate enough to come in contact with them. Despite her appearance and homicidal fury, Mary's story is a pitiful one. Born of unholy experiments in alchemy, she has never lived a normal life--in fact, she has never truly "lived" at all. She is a human biological weapon, twisted and permanently tortured by her man-made disease. Perhaps her bloodlust is a hunt to find someone who can finally kill her and give her release? As I beheld the child, for a child she was despite everything, the true horror of what they were doing to her, what they had done to her, suddenly struck me. I beheld her deformed limbs, the green sticky filth her body was soiled in, but most of all the expression on her face as she screamed. I don't think I've ever seen a being in such agony, and every night since that horrible day, I've prayed in vain for the gods to strike me with amnesia.--Vilys Meer, Midwife

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