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The Virus will take time to come to fruition, meanwhile, you need to keep it's host alive and well. This takes a multiple prong approach, any slaves that do not sell at the auction block have three chances, if they fail to sell the third time they are sent to be 'fodder' in the arena. This is Muxi and her family's third time on the coffle blocks you need to keep them out of the arena.

You held back just enough power for this...

One man turns and says to his friend a lower level evil player here to buy household slaves, "Ignore these ones, they're set-stock, and low value." you seize control of every rat-type critter, (which the market is infested with,) within fifteen meters and have them all rush the man who said it, make one attack, and run away. Most of the attacks don't even do any damage, but having hundreds of unanticipated attack notification sounds register against you over five or six seconds is enough to spook even the most seasoned player. The fool draws ensorcelled steel and is cut down by the Crossbows of Mamaluks on the walls of the Copper Square in seconds.

"The hell made 'Foc Burny Sanders' react like that?! He knows better than to draw weapons in the Copper Square!" someone shouts.

"Probably just hit the wrong keybind by accident, it's happened to all of us! Let's run out the clock on this trash stock and hopefully we will get something better next!" a woman called 'Adalwolfa Richedoe Hitlar-Shickelgruber the Third' says, and again the rats have a target, though it's tempting to leave this one alive, she's part of your sphere after all.

You are pleased to find that she has more sense than the other one. "Red Alert! Hostiles in Copper Square!" She shouts, drawing only a potion and quaffing it then leaping into the air, where she hovers. Everyone runs for the exits, and there is much trampling, except your target audience who are chained to the blocks.

You quickly have the rats run around and ninja the money pouches dropped by the victims of the riot and wait for the interrupted auction to resume which it does twenty minutes later.

"Lot 347, Ratling Family of Five, Third Auction, minimum bid, 25 Gold!" The auctioneer calls out.

"Time Left For A Bid?" someone calls and the auctioneer looks weary.

"Three minutes or so." He says.

"It's their third auction boys, have a heart, 25 gold ain't much for you high-level types and we've all got places to be, someone, buy them hey?" A man in a very expensive suit of set Necromancer armor says as a joke, and everyone laughs, but that's when you strike. You've long since found the lowest level bidder here, one "Sidney 'Vicious' Corinthians" by name, a 10th level Champion of Lorchos, and spend the last of your energy to SPEAK to him. Pretend to do as the necromancer says and I, Nimrev, God of Vermin, shall reward you handsomely.

This is a huge gamble, is he, as many young people are, unquestioningly devout in his faith and, as with most PCs, unwilling to aid other faiths, or, is he, like an equal number of young people, a doubter and questioner who is not yet sure of his faith, and like many PCs, willing to do anything for rewards?