Carl the merchant was on his way from China with his wife Jessica, hoping to create a new life in Europe. They had heard about a small epidemic of something called the Black Death but doubted anything would happen to them.
Unbeknownst to Carl, there were rats scurrying across the ship, and Justin the rat had a bad case of fleas. The fleas Justin carried were riddled with the disease that would soon affect the population greatly.
One night, a flea by the name of Alejandro latched himself onto Carl´s leg, transmitting the deadly disease into his body, coursing through his veins.
The disease had reached everyone on the ship. Dark blue and black bruise like spots spreading through the body. In less than a week, many were infected and killed. CArl was on the brinkof death.
Many peasants and merchants and nobles were dying. The ones remaining demanded more rights and more money in return for the amount of work they had to do. The disease killed off 1/3 of the population and the rest had enough of the social construct set in stone.
Carl´s health was quickly deteriorating. His wife brought him to different ¨healers"and ¨doctors" offering herb remedies and even considered bloodletting. But, to no avail. Carl soon died, leaving his wife a grieving mess at the hands of a falling kingdom.