Welcome to Caragea's Plague.

The year is 1813 in Bucharest. It has been a quiet April so far, the weather mild and wind soft. However, you've begun to hear rumors of a new sickness, one that swells the limbs and leaves bloated corpses in the streets. You wait with bated breath until July, when the first body is wheeled away. People die faster than they can be disposed of, the sick are buried alive or beaten to hasten the process, the ones who weren't so lucky as to obtain a plot of burial land have their rotting flesh eaten by wild dogs and beasts. The plague spares no one, and an estimated 1/4 of Bucharest's population is dead in just two years.