Black Death reaches York
The Black Death has reached York, causing widespread panic and death. Citizens are fleeing in terror, mass graves are being dug, and priests are performing last rites in the streets. The scene is chao
Setting
A narrow, cobbled street in York, lined with timber-framed houses, their upper stories jutting out over the street. The area is near the city's main church, where a mass grave is being dug in an open square. The street is littered with abandoned belongings and makeshift barricades.
Characters
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Father Thomas
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A gaunt man in his late 40s with deep-set, shadowed eyes and hollow cheeks. His once-dark hair is streaked with grey and matted with sweat beneath his tonsure. His hands are rough from constant prayer and administering sacraments, with dirt ingrained in the creases.
Gravedigger
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A burly, middle-aged man with a muscular build from years of hard labor. His face is weathered and lined with deep creases, his hands calloused and dirt-streaked. His dark hair is matted with sweat and dust, and his eyes are wide with terror, darting frequently to the bodies being brought to the pit.
Plague Doctor
secondary
A tall, gaunt figure clad in the distinctive attire of a 14th-century plague physician. The waxed leather robes hang loosely over a wiry frame, suggesting either a naturally slender build or the effects of prolonged exhaustion. The beaked mask, stuffed with aromatic herbs, obscures all facial features except for the glass-covered eyeholes that reveal tired, bloodshot eyes. Gloves of thick leather cover the hands, now stained with grime and bodily fluids.
Weeping Woman
secondary
A young woman in her early twenties, her face gaunt from hunger and grief. Her dark hair is tangled and streaked with ash, falling loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen from crying, her cheeks streaked with tears. She clutches a small, lifeless child wrapped in a tattered shawl to her chest.
Fleeing Merchant
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A middle-aged man of sturdy build, with a neatly trimmed beard and flushed cheeks from exertion. His fine woolen tunic is stained with sweat and dust, and his leather shoes are scuffed from running.
Dialog
Father Thomas
Deus miserere nobis... Lord have mercy upon this soul, wandering like a lost lamb in the valley of death.
Gravedigger
The pit... the pit's near full again, Father. The stink... gods, the stink...
Weeping Woman
Bless my child, Father! Bless my child! Why? Why?
Father Thomas
Peace, daughter. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Let us pray for their safe passage to His bosom.
Gravedigger
They say... they say it's the Jews poisoning the wells! Or the Scots cursing us! Or... or...
Father Thomas
Hush, my son. Such talk is the Devil's work. This is God's trial upon us all, rich and poor alike.
Weeping Woman
My sweet babe... my sweet, sweet babe...
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