MOD PLOT | CHAMPROVENT.

[heorte]

WHO: Teren, Ellis, Edgard, Lucien, and Vance
WHAT: Assisting with the cleansing of Champrovent and ensuring the taint doesn't spread beyond the village.
WHEN: August through Kingsway
WHERE: Champrovent
NOTES: ooc info + warnings for infection, discussion of murder, death, general unpleasantness.

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[doneisdone]

"Pyre," she answers monosyllabically, jerking her head in the direction of where it's being built. "Got to burn all of them, might as well do it together."

[muckspout]

Edgard puffs air through pursed lips, sighing, as they approach Lucien and the pyre in progress.

“Do we just leave the houses? and their things?”

Edgard still has a hard time believing any of it is safe. He lowers the body down losing his grip just before it’s on the ground so the legs plop unceremoniously. He winces.

[coeurdulyon]

The legs plop, Edgard winces, and Lucien straightens from his construction of the pyre with an expression of flat irritation. You see? Disrespectful, it seems to say, but he doesn't give voice to it.

"The houses will be burned as well," is what he does say, resuming his work stacking wood in alternating rows and packing the spaces between with tinder and kindling. It is clearly not the first pyre he's ever built.

[doneisdone]

Teren opens her mouth to respond, but Lucien hops right in with an answer, so she rolls her eyes and nudges her head towards him to indicate that he's correct.
She continues to drag the body a little farther, getting it up onto the pyre before letting it drop and bending forward with her hands on her thighs, taking a break.

[muckspout]

Edgard wipes his forehead and stretches his arms upward.

“So, the houses and bodies are dangerous enough to need burning, but we’re fine even though we touched all of it?”

[coeurdulyon]

Once it's on the pyre, Lucien gently crosses the corpse's arms over its chest. Blessedly, the eyes are already closed.

He could answer; could say that their purpose here is to ensure that none who come after are in danger of being Tainted by their own stupidity, but...well. Lucien would rather work silently, and Teren is a better authority on the subject.

[doneisdone]

"Well you don't want to breathe it in, like," she sighs, rolling her eyes, "or let it drip on you, and so forth. Things a house can do. I told you not to touch any open wounds on the bodies, didn't I?"

She pauses to catch her breath for a moment, watching Lucien settle the corpse.

[muckspout]

Edgard steps back a few strides, trying not to breathe too close to the corpse.

"Is there an amount of time before it sets in? Is that known?"

Edgard is aware he's annoying his two companions, but he can't help but ask questions. Maybe if he knows more, maybe he can make sense of what happened before. Maybe he'd stop it from happening again.

[doneisdone]

"Safe to be cautious from the start," Teren says grimly, beckoning him back toward the house to get the second body.

"If you're tainted, some say you can hack off the infected limb before it spreads to the rest of you, but that don't always work. It's unforgiving, the Taint."

[coeurdulyon]

Straightening up after sorting out the corpse, Lucien calls after them:

"If you find any sheets, bring them as well." He'd rather douse a shroud with fuel than the bodies directly.

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[muckspout]

Edgard follows Teren back into the house. He grabs the front of another corpse, not worrying about sheets.

"Sheets." He mutters to himself. "Who wants sheets at a time like this?"

[doneisdone]

"Someone not inclined to look at the faces of the dead." She crouches to heft up the body's legs, and nods for Edgard to proceed.

[muckspout]

Edgard hmms, lifts up the front of the body, and walks towards the door.

"Seems disrespectful to me. Should see the faces of those who died."

[doneisdone]

"I don't disagree." She doesn't necessarily agree either, but Edgard seems content to just give his opinions without being encouraged or challenged on them.

[muckspout]

Edgard is pleased that someone agrees with him for once and nods as he readjusts his grip on the body.

“When people start becoming just bodies to you, that’s when you’re in trouble.”