Chaos has erupted in the Kingdom of Swadia over the past half year. A mysterious plague has spread throughout the kingdom, a decease unlike any other. It doesn't maim or kill the populace through ravaging decease, instead it has a more devious effect on the population, especially among the females.<br/><br/>The plague changes any girl of any race that gets infected into a catgirl, with devastating and serious consequences. The symptoms appear first as the girls form and grow cat ears and a tail, along with slitted iris. Soon followed is their loss of the ability to speak common what so ever, replaced with a mad mewling language only known to those infected. Efforts to break down their language and divinely decode it has lead to disaster and madness on those trying to understand what those who are infected are saying. Eventually efforts to understand their tongue has halted, as too many healers has lost their sanity through the effort.<br/><br/>While having a slowly growing population of catgirls, of which no one can understand, would only lead to minor trouble and headaches, a more serious problem emerged after the first month of the infection. The infection has made the catgirls infertile to all of the common races of the land. With the infection growing through the lands through the months, the very real possibility of a entire generational holocaust is well under way. Would would spell complete ruin for the kingdom in a short few decades, with no new children being born to take over the elderly in the task of running the kingdom and other duties. Not to mention the chaos it would cause if spread to the other human kingdoms, or the elven kingdoms on the other side of the Adriac Sea.<br/><br/>6 months have passed since the first recorded infection, and the city of Pravin is in complete chaos and disarray. With well over 3/4th of the female population now catgirls, the city is utterly incapable of running itself. Farmers with their infected loved ones have fled their fields for a solution in the cities, which has now starting to affect a food shortage through out the land. Thousands of catgirls roaming the streets, having no jobs and little chance of getting a cure any time soon. Having to resort to whoring and stealing to get by, as there is already rumors of catgirl gangs large enough to break into warehouses and storerooms and over run the town guards.<br/><br/>Crime is up, homelessness is on the rise, and food is starting to become scarce. The city officials decided it was a good idea to quarantine the population within its walls, less the infections spread even more into what farmlands still exist. The army has been disbanded and sent to the cities and towns in a effort to control the rising population of unruly and increasingly disobedient catgirls. The catgirls are not at all being keen on being treated like second class citizens, along with the stories of a few perverted individuals kidnapping catgirls and selling them into slavery. Plenty of catgirl riots and protests have been gathered in public squares, but since no one can understand what they are saying, their viewpoint is not getting much leeway.<br/><br/>What females are left in the land that have not be turned so far are taking extreme measures to limit their exposure to the infection. The rich and powerful have abandoned the cities for their country villas, riding out the storm in seclusion and privacy. Those that cannot escape have locked themselves in rooms and apartments and have the absolute lowest contact with anyway, male or female. How effective this strategy is yet to be known, but it is a start.<br/><br/>Even within 6 months the kingdom is on the verge of a complete break down and famine, as the government has decided to do something drastic. Mass meetings in all of the cities and towns has been ordered, to conscript and sign up adventuring parties for the sole task of scouring the land looking for the cause and possible cure for this crippling plague.<br/><br/>It is a desperate last resort, since it is well known fact that adventuring groups are all a bunch of notorious low lives that cannot be bothered to stop killing innocent people and get a real job. Giving them official government endorsement to do literally anything they want is right up there as suicidal for everyone but those adventurers. The only thing keeping them in check is what ever limited morality each group would have on tracking down and finding the cure, along with the very VERY substantial reward for whoever finds the end of this disaster.<br/><br/>Speaking of one group of low life adventuring scum, we finally come to you 3(4?). After the mass meeting with what ever is left of the government in Praven, you come back to the Inn that you are staying at to discuss battle plans. Which is currently filled to capacity with farmers and other people that came to the city looking for a cure for themselves and their loved ones. Off to the side is an entire table of catgirls, talking amongst each other in their lovecraftian language. Even listening in for a minute or so is enough to cause a serious headache, as the rest of the patrons are getting very agitated over their constant mewling. Judging from their skimpy clothes any one of you can judge that they are one of the rising and warring catgirl gangs, since they are all wearing the same pattern of clothes and hair styles.<br/><br/>You got your own table to yourselves, as your food is currently getting prepared in the back by the cooks and what is left of the waitresses. No non-catgirl girl would get caught dead right now serving tables and no man would be caught dead doing a girls job in the first place. Which leaves a very exhausted and singular catgirl to do all of the work, which is made all the more annoying for her due to the language barrier.<br/><br/><br/><br/>