In debased rituals, the disease known as Creeping Death was
perfected within the Cauldrons of a Thousand Poxes. At its peak, the disease
was ladled over hot coals so that it made a deadly fume. Not even the most
disease-gnarled of plague monks could long withstand its virulence. Before each
battle, doomed plague monk volunteers took vows and lifted up those censers,
swinging them so that contrails of death were left in their wake. Those not
slain in combat would succumb soon afterward to the Creeping Death.
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