CITY LOCKDOWN

Grand Duke Baron Count Andreji Sergei Gorek Hans Emeric Oleg Radovan Zsolts Von-Stomin has declared a city wide lock down in order to ensure that the Omen Rot doesn't leave the city.

In the Floods, 2 rot heralds are spreading Omen Rot.

"I see them, I see them all around us, crawling from the shadows and the filth. The Rot Heralds, they come for us, they come to spread their foul disease and consume us all. Their whispers fill my mind, their putrid touch upon my flesh. I cannot escape them, I cannot hide from their relentless advance.

The Omen Rot, it festers within me, consuming my body and my soul. The pain, the agony, it never stops. I am but a vessel for their foulness, a pawn in their twisted game. They seek to infect us all, to turn us into mindless thralls to their dark will.

Do not trust them, do not believe their lies. They will bring only death and despair. The Omen Rot is their weapon, their tool of destruction. We must fight back, we must resist their influence. We must not let them win, for if we do, the world will be consumed by their darkness."

In order to find the source of the Omen Rot the party has to investigate the Floods and risk catching the Omen Rot. While investigating it will become apparent that Heiko Stein has no intention of assisting the people within his district. He is instead fortifying his estate within the floods where he lives in order to keep the disease stricken people of the Floods out. Heiko Stein is in league with the Rot Heralds who promise him a rise in power to unseat the Mercenary King atop the summit within Langen Fortress. [Execution] Infect one of the party members with the Omen Rot (this will likely mean that the others can become infected quickly) [Hallucination] You feel ill. A sense of unease begins to creep over you. Your head starts pounding, and your vision blurs around the edges. You feel dizzy, and your stomach churns with nausea. Your limbs feel heavy and weak, as if they're made of lead. Your heart races, and you break out into a cold sweat. You struggle to catch your breath, feeling as if you can't get enough air into your lungs. The world around you seems to spin and twist, and you feel as if you're about to collapse. Suddenly, everything goes black, and you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness.

As you lose consciousness, your mind drifts into a surreal dream world. You find yourself standing in a vast, empty chamber. The walls are made of a sickly green substance that pulsates and throbs with an ominous energy. The air is thick with a putrid stench that makes your stomach churn.

As you look around, you notice figures moving in the shadows. They are humanoid, but their features are twisted and distorted. They move with an unnatural grace, their limbs bending and contorting in ways that seem impossible.

Suddenly, a voice whispers in your ear, and you turn to see a figure emerging from the shadows. It is a tall, gaunt man with sunken eyes and a sickly pallor. He is dressed in a tattered robe, and his flesh seems to be rotting away.

"You are not well," he says, his voice barely more than a harsh whisper. "The Rot has claimed you. But do not fear, for it is a gift. The Omen Rot will cleanse the world of the impure, and those who are worthy will ascend to a new existence."

As he speaks, you feel a strange energy coursing through your body. It is as if the sickness that has overtaken you is being transformed into something else entirely. You feel a surge of power and vitality, but also a deep sense of unease.

The figures in the shadows draw closer. They move around you, whispering words that you cannot quite make out. Their touch is cold and clammy, and you can feel their fingers digging into your flesh.

You struggle to pull away, but you are paralyzed, unable to move. The last thing you hear before you wake up is the sound of their laughter, echoing through the chamber like a chorus of the damned.