|Disease Plot - 5 |
Amidst the shadow cast by the great stone Sphinx, Brandhardt was mapping various tactics out in his head, how he'd protect his homeland of Harena from the diseased creatures that threatened to descend upon the ancient desert. Initially, his ideas were passive, as he generally disapproves of violence, though his patience had been severely damaged by the recent announcement of the quarantine being lifted, tensions were rising between the Harenian gretas, and conflict was soon to breakout.
"We must use them! That's why they were created all those years ago. The lord Haren would never have wanted to allow his kingdom to succumb to a pitiful infection... he created them to safeguard the future of this place, which, if we don't emplore them, will drastically change!" Brandhardt roared, unsuccessfully masking his overprotectiveness.
The other Harenian elders muttered to each other, not contributing any additional ideas, they neither agreed, or disagreed, as if they were numb towards the situation, as if they'd never contemplated such events.
Many hours passed, until finally, one of the elders stepped forward.
"Now, Brandhardt, enough creatures and humans have suffered, both emotionally and physically. We need not cause anymore pain towards them. The quarantine has been lifted, so those affected by this ailment can remain in Settlement One and still receive help from the inhabitants, without bothering us here. If we were to engage in battle with them, it would only make the situation worse, and it'd most definitely tarnish our reputation, Haren would not have wanted us to take on less than fortunate beings." the Harenian disclosed, with a sense of high authority, greater than Brandhardt's. "You'll stay passive, let there not be anymore unnecessary casualties."
Brandhardt snarled and wallowed away from the Sphinx, angry, upset and betrayed.
Just after the infected pets of Settlement One had gathered enough resources to siege war on the rest of Cruithne, news came in that the Quarantine proposal had been lifted. Virtually all of the creatures were elated by this, and celebrated, even the Snaremane, whose condition was still deteriorating, shared brief signs of relief. Though Keket was less than pleased. Though glad of the Quarantine revoke, she'd caught wind of Brandhardt's announcements.
As a Bast, she'd grown up in Harena, abided by the laws and views cast upon her by the Harenian community. Her heart was very much in the desert, and to find that Brandhardt's refusing to let any diseased pet access to the sands, she was furious. How could this leader she, and the rest of Harena, respected so much, turn against them based on the fear that this hideous illness would spread to the few inhabitants left unaffected? Keket was heartbroken, her anger and pain coalesced, she shrieked.
"How dare he do this?! He can't just deny us our right to our homeland!"
The celebrations ceased, silence fell upon the group. The Bast wandered up and down the collection of wretched creatures, hoping to ignite a chain of similar views. The pets seemed uninterested, thankful that their battle for their homeland had been won. A couple of Hiekkans slithered forwards, joining Keket's campaign.
"The rest of you, cowards, traitors! I was helping you to save Settlement One, now you won't do the same for me?!" the Bast hissed, glaring at the remaining animals.
This gathered a few more troops, though not nearly as many as she'd hoped. Though it was a start, so Keket decided to try and rally some more support from the creatures living near the Heartache Rift...