Fungal Fever

Disease and maladies run rampant on this island. A melting pot of sicknesses, coupled with an unnatural mist of darkness emerging from the sickly ground. Our operatives begin to be affected by an ailment caused by these phenomena. High fever, irritated rashes and excruciating cramps in both organs and muscle alike. In my duty as the expedition's medic, I will eradicate their symptoms; and I wish you to assist me.

I have theorized that the progenitor stems from the tiny mushroom spores that permeate the island's atmosphere. I assume that over the years, a large cultivation of toxic mushrooms developed underneath the earth that now send their buds out for propagation. Some of them even came to life in the form of horrifying spore beasts, as our scouts report; in an abandoned mine, past the desolate battlefield. To counteract the symptoms, I need the most potent spores, which I believe can be found on them.

<Kinrial doesn't really pay attention to you.>

<Inspecting the mycelia under her monocle, Kinrial's face is masked in a stern expression; you assume both concern and critical intrigue.>

Interesting, the mushroom strains continue seeking fertile ground to propagate in. Under normal circumstances they'd quickly die if not nestled in fitting soil, but not these. They writhe and firm around, actively looking for nutrients. A harrowing sight. For our operatives' sake, I will conceal this unsavory detail.