Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26237442-20170422214501/@comment-26237442-20170506191815

Upon taking a closer look Windlebard swiftly recognises you "that is the aim master... Arthrain I believe... which would make you Gazash, Tyron, King Herendil, Aldor miss Wei Qin Arathorn de Annumar and my esteemed colleague Ikrimah Al-Rassan I assume that the gentleman at the back imps the so called "blood sword" and Leonardo d'atmorici. Others may or may not be arriving later on..." the Doctor pauses, pokes a few instruments then returns to his wittering "I have enlisted your help in these darkest of times only at the direst of needs, I find myself in need of a fellowship, much like the heroes of old. This plague..." the doctor once again pauses, his shoulder's slump dejectedly "is far beyond my ability to cure both with ordinary and... less ordinary means, my poultices cannot alleviate the fever, my medicines and potions are simply vomited and even my necromancy has no effect on my poor patients. I have but one avenue to persue.We must find the source of this curse and destroy it"