When you fell ill with the Weeping Pox, you assumed you would die from it, as had so many before you. Your neighbors shunned you, fearing that you would spread the disease to them and their families.

Then a miracle happened. A stranger came to you and offered to help. The stranger brought forth strange medicines, providing you with curative draughts and elixirs. And just as the disease reached its worst stages, the symptoms began to vanish. Before long, you were cured of the disease. The sores and scars of the disease, however, still play across your body—an unsubtle reminder of the terrible scourge you faced.

The stranger left you after the treatments concluded, but you retained some of the knowledge that the healer used while caring for you. Those who marvel at your recovery also fear you: they harbor some suspicion that you made deals with dark powers to drive away the disease.

Feature: Medical Marvel
Your dramatic and sudden recovery from the Weeping Pox—as well as the physical changes to your appearance because of the disease—has made you a marvel to the people around you. Though you may be treated differently as a strange oddity, your new status does have potential perks. You can ask for small favors, from meals to places to rest, and find the common folks willing to oblige, even if they are slightly afraid of you.

As one of the Pox-Touched, you faced down a terrible fate and lived to recount the experience. Such a terrible experience, and the joyful escape from that fate, leaves a lingering effect on those who go through it.