Plague
The year was 1347. All of Europe was gripped in the pestilance of plague and certain death.
Funerals were stripped to their bear bones. Mass graves covered the hillsides like wildflowers.
The Papacy was powerless against what was viewed as God's punishment upon humanity for their evil
ways and opulant life styles of greed and false piety. All the medicine was unable to stop it.
Even the fires of mass cremations were unable to keep it at bay. It traveled by all possible means.
Earth, Air, Water, Fire..nothing could stop it.

War broke out amongst the populations. Panic was more wide spread than the faith that seeded it.
Death came knocking on every person's door, and even those capable of fleeing into the hillsides
were not protected from it. Seen by many as the coming of the four apocalyptic riders, it left only
death and destruction in its wake. It held no bias of any kind. It cared not for what material
possessions anyone had. Nobles and Knights soon became grave diggers and laborers.

Peasants and farmers became medicine men and nurses.
Kings and royalty became victims within the very walls they built to protect them.

It was the greatest and most prolific thing ever witnessed in the history of humanity.
To this day, it stands in its rightful place as the worst biological hazard to ever scorch
the face of the planet, almost to the brink of human extinction, and it's not dead.
It still lives on, rearing its ugly head now and again, if only to forever remind humanity
that death can come knocking on your door at any given moment.

This...this Hell on Earth...was, and still is, the Black Death.

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