Fogs of Sickness

Sickness is in the land and floats through it like the new fog of fall. Cautiously I walk like a man walks upon a field of traps. I feel the strain upon my flesh and fear to partake of any of Carbos' sweet offerings. Long I have fought the Sleep Wizard, but now I may have to align with him, to strengthen my defense. Tjorn, the Hypercrybarian, has already fell powerless to this affliction from his contact with the Goblin Hordes. The Queen of Amazonia has come to his aid. Together may they defeat this ancient foe.