As the conflict went on, the uniformed and well trained Banites were crushing the opposition and victory seemed assured. But in a surprising move, a cult of Cyrists that had long been a thorn in the side of the banites united with the opposition. In a desperate attempt to stop the Banites in their tracks the Cyrists and opposing city state unleashed an unfathomable plague.
The plage moved quickly, eradicating villages and soon, most of the active military. Panic and chaos quickly ensued as cities rushed to close their gates and wait out the plague. In true Cyric like fashion the plague did not only decimate the Banite held territory but also the very same people who had sought to use the plage as a weapon. The only ones that seemed to be immune to the plague wete those who joined the church of Cyric.
Ellie lived in the central city, the largest and most densly populated. At the first tidings of the plague the city had promptly sealed their gates not letting any Into the city who were noy already within. A city built to be sieged they had provisions to last for months. For most the summer and into fall the city had evaded the plague. Any who even seemed to have symtoms were killed or thrown over the walls. The brutal tactics almost worked. But almost only counts in horse shoes and fireballs.
Now, most of the city had barricaded themselves within their homes, the wealthy and nobles had moved towards the center of the city, quarantining themselves away from the common people. Death seemed inevitable, and Ellie's mother Dalriah, couldnt bear the thought of seeing her daughter join the cold grey dead...