Reaving Thirst
Toxonatraemic Psychosis
Her nails prick at my throat, catching my flesh in their dagger-sharp grasp with each staggering breath. And yet I crave more. I crave her.The Reaving Thirst, also known as toxonatraemic psychosis, is a horrific condition stemming from, of all things, salt. It has ravaged countless small communities in Valathe's east, with particularly strong effects shown on the Arriusi and other waterfaring folk, and continues to spread unabated. Though relatively unknown at present, those who have seen its draining grasp fear for what shall happen when the Reaving Thirst reaches the open seas. On land, at least, one can flee.
Causes
O love, your call is one of pain! O love, must I go?There are three known ways the Reaving Thirst may be inflicted: through a saltreaver's corruption, through tainted water, and through tainted salt. Whilst saltreavers do generally try to kill their prey to drain them dry of any moisture they can find, those that survive the attack have nonetheless been exposed to the thick haze of corruption that shrouds each saltreaver.
Symptoms
Early Stages
Damn that waitress! Cutting me off from the ale so fast? I'm dyin' for another mug!
Middle Stages
The middle stage of the Reaving Thirst is also its end for most, either by the illness's progression killing them through its sheer brutality, or by a merciful blade slipped across their throat. Nausea and thirst grow worse as the individual begins to lose control of their limbs, succumbing to intense brain fog and confusion as their muscles spasm wildly.End Stage
Would you throw yourself at him if he'd been made into a Gods-damned vampire?! No? Then run!
Etymology
The name of the Reaving Thirst stems from the behaviour of those suffering particularly advanced forms of the infection. Their violent, erratic behaviour puts folk in the mind of bandits and monsters, particularly as the saltreavers are known moreso than the infection itself, giving rise to the first word. 'Thirst' is somewhat obvious; it stems from the horrific thirst sufferers endure. The scientific name, toxonatraemic psychosis, is more telling of the condition's behaviour. It is comprised of three terms: 'toxo-', indicating that it is caused by a poison, 'natraemic' from 'natraemia', meaning 'presence of sodium in the blood', and 'psychosis', which indicates that the condition is a severe mental disorder. In broader view, the common name warns of the obvious symptoms and dangers whilst the scientific term informs of the condition's causes.I watch my mother writhe on the floor, struggling against the rope I fought so hard to get around her. There is a cleric nearby, I know. This hell will be over soon. I stretch, wringing my wrists with a wince; when did they become quite so painful? And then, with dawning horror, I realise: I'm thirsty. I'm so thirsty.
After Effects
Those affected once by the Reaving Thirst and cured must be far more careful than most others around them. They are more susceptible to the call. Subsequent conditions progress far faster than the norm, with one record case of five cured infections jumping straight from infection to final stage upon his sixth and final infection. They do, however, reap some small benefit from their ideal. Survivors find themselves able to hold their breath far longer in the water, and find themselves able to swim as if born to the water. Those cured late into their infection also develop an innate sense for tainted brine, though it manifests as a longing rather than something easily used. Whilst they can help others avoid their fate, it will always come at the cost of temptation.It's almost worse when it's gone. When you're in its throes, you stop caring after some point. Everything's too loud, too contradictory. You just... stop caring, let it take you where it will. Like bein' adrift in the river with no branch to catch yourself on. When they save you, you have to deal with the consequences. Your flesh doesn't heal so easily, so your poor flayed throat stays painful for months. The scars you've carved stay as badges of warning. The damage you wrought on others weights heavy, a stone on your back that you'll never lose. It's so much effort to speak up when you feel the pull again, when the waves crash around your feet. But I do, every time. I've got three children; can't let the river take them all, now, can I? But the Thirst -- it taught me that I could. And now we all know it. If I go under again, it won't be me that comes back up. I don't want to die.
Oh my god. Absolutely terrifying. I'm going to be thinking about this every time I eat or drink for a while now.
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