
he city of Silverspring lies a short distance from the Shadow Wood border. It is believed that this great city is not from the Old World. Evidence of this is based primarily on the fact that the city has a dockyard in an area that has never been known to be connected to any major body of water. Yet this is but a minor concern to the problem at hand: The Plagues of Pestilence fill the streets with the infected and with quickly decaying corpses. The Sidhe of Silverspring all have a strange feeling that an epidemic of this magnitude has happened before. Though when questioned, none of the elves can recall just when this could have taken place. It is whispered by those afraid of the fatal disease that devoting oneself to the Serpent Riders can render a cure. The elders of Silverspring have sent multiple pleas to the Council, begging for aid in this dark time. Yet every message is met with staunch refusal, and a vague allusion to "more pressing matters." The city healers are desperately looking for a treatment. The head of the healers, an old Caurthorian, claims to know of something deep in the swamps of Darkmire that might save them all. But with the contaminated minions of Pestilence wandering these lands, none dare try to reach it. Those courageous few who attempted it now lay dead at the bottom of Darkmire’s murky waters.