Oh boy. Perkins, do you want to cover this History lesson?
-nods- 1813- London. Specifically Ratcliffe. Hence the name.
Started in a Latinist Church. It was in the middle of the Reverence of The First Emperor of Heavens, when the account of one of the Priests says- men who had been missing- came in from all entrances looking like death.
It spread throughout the community- as they were slums. Soon- the Kings' Guard had the streets cut off, and the alleys blockaded- made sure no-one could leave Ratcliffe.
They're easy to kill, in theory, but they have a stench that messes with your senses- makes you dizzy, and feint.
It took a week before a battalion was able to come through with the first gas-masks, designed to filter out the smell.
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A planeswalker is not one who can be defeated by any mortal. You will be outclassed.
-Perkins- What was the cause?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIA lot of bloody determination from the Redcoats.
Yeah- Sustained firing lines.
At least for the 1813 outbreak. Since then- it has generally been the standard response- is to quarantine the area, and comb it through with troops. Though we're actually responsible for safeguarding a research facility in the middle of quarantine. To try and make sense of it.
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It is none of your concern. Why does it trouble you so?
-Army- The undead... I am accustomed to this foe. Of what variety are they?
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