Rancid Meat

[Catastrophe]

Otto, looked at the stag he brought down with disgust. Examining the creature he couldn't help but notice splotches of purple and green coloring on the creatures skin. Bloodshot eyes and swollen tongue greeted his ministrations.

"Plague" He spitted in disgust to his companion. "Another one?" his companion replied. "Aye that's the fourth one this week", Otto replied. Otto's companion shook his head "Quartermaster's not going to like this, our supplies are thin as they are" gesturing towards the diseased corpse "And now we're to go hungry as well at this gods forsaken camp?" Otto rose looking to his companion a chill going through his spine "I dunno Doran, somethings taken hold of the forest" spitting upon the ground "I dinnae like it one bit."

"Aye theres a strange wind afoot, I don't think it would prudent to stay here after dark" Otto gestured to the diseased stag "What are we gonna do with this? We cannae return to camp empty handed." His companion replied "Leave it, we'll just have to tell him the truth. Not a thing fit to eat today, perhaps tommorrow"

"I dinnae want ta be the one to report the good news" Otto replied smirking at Doran. "Fine, Fine, I'll do it, best get a move on then I prefer my tongue lashing before dinner" Together they rose and heading out of the Viridale towards camp.

[Masaryk]

With curiosity, Masaryk inquires Otto about the diseased stag. "Have all four accounts of this plague been tied to forest beasts such as this stag, or has it been reported in any humanoids within the forest?"

[Catastrophe]

Otto replies, "Just the critters in the forest. We haven't heard anything yet about people being sick."

[Dirty Goblin]

Despite the rumors of tainted meat and the like, Borsha continues eating random forest animals from the forest. Because of his deep and profound belief that if you fry it long enough, and throw on some salt, anything is edible.