The door clanged shut behind me, and they threw me some keys through the bars. I again wondered what I'd gotten myself into.
I picked up the keys and looked around. The stench of the place was overwhelming. I realized it had been days since anyone had even entered into this prison. I was wondering how many of the prisoners had died and what I was going to have to do to try to save the remainder.
First things first, I cast a general cleaning spell. It would destroy all dirt and foreign matter exactly the way I envisioned the spell. This would also get rid of any airborne contaminants whether they were bacterial or viral. I realize that this culture had never come up with germ theory yet and that was one of the problems facing me here.
The cleaning spell had worked on about a 25 ft.² area, so this First Bank of cells would be clean. I checked the key ring and found the key to the first cell on my right. I opened the cell door and looked at what was inside. It was then that I realized my cleaning spell had literally destroyed whatever clothing and blankets this prisoner had been using.
The emaciated figure was that of a young woman. I had no idea how old she might've been. She looked like she was in the last stages of starvation. I quickly moved to her and lifted her head. The cleaning spell had done its work, her skin was unmarred by dirt or grime. Her lips were chapped and she had sores all over her body. I pulled a flask of juice from my dimensional storage and tipped it towards her lips as I magicked the cap off.
With pressure on her lower jaw, I got her mouth open and poured a small amount of liquid into her mouth. She swallowed automatically, and I began to empty the flask, little by little into her. Her stomach began growling and her eyelids began to flutter.
The empty flask went back into my magic storage and I pulled another flask of juice. The girl/woman was now cognizant, and I released the flask into her hands. I pulled out a small loaf of elf bread which she almost snatched from my hands as I offered it.
I cautioned her to eat and drink slowly. And she reluctantly acquiesced. She sat up with her knees drawn to her chest. I felt her gaining strength from the magical food and drink she was eating and drinking. It was now that I could cast a healing spell on her that cured her sores and other physical ailments. I reached toward her, and she flinched. I continued however and placed my hand on her arm so that I could cast the diagnosis spell.
When they brought me here they told me the prisoners here had contracted the black death. In my mind I had interpreted that as bubonic plague. This prisoner had no trace of that. What problems she did have were a result of starvation and she would overcome those with normal meals.
I left the cell and locked it going across the hall to the next cell. Here I found the same problems as in the other cell. Again, I ministered to this prisoner in the same fashion and moved on.
In the final cell I found the first body. She had been dead for a day or so. She looked horrible but only because the cleaning spell had removed the flesh that had rotted. I pulled a sheet from my magical storage and wrapped the body in it. I moved it out into the hallway and cast a cleaning spell on the next cellblock.
It took me five hours to finally cleanse and visit the entire prison. The live prisoners ranged from young women to old crones. The oldest women had died along with the plague victims. I had finally run into the plague in the fourth cellblock and had to use a restoration spell to cure the plague. It was resistant to normal curing spells.
I made my way back to the entrance and banged on the cell door to get some attention. I told the guards that looked my way that I needed clean blankets and clothing for all of the prisoners. I was met with blank stares as they told me that there were no supplies of that kind here in the prison. I asked them when they were going to feed the prisoners and they said that they wouldn't come near until the plague was gone.
I told them that they had better start cooking food for the prisoners and leave it in the hallway and I would magic it into the prison proper and feed the prisoners. They were surly, and I ended up having to fire off some harmless sparks in their direction to frighten them into doing their jobs.
I didn't really blame them for being frightened of the plague. It would probably be several days before I would be able to get them to let me out, once they were convinced that the plague was finished. I was afraid that hypothermia would be a real problem now, so I needed to find a way to keep the prisoners warm.
I went around and collected all the empty flasks. None of the prisoners had talked to me yet so I wasn't sure of their names are what they had been put into prison for. However, none of them were strong enough to try to jump me.
I decided that I would go ahead and create lava stones that I placed on pedestals that I created in the center of each cellblock. The lava stones would radiate heat without causing a fire. The radiant heat would begin to permeate the entire area and raise the temperature of the dungeon.
I had sheets left over in my magical storage that I took out and cut in half. I gave half a sheet to every prisoner. That is, I left half a sheet in every cell so that each prisoner could take it after I had left the cell. The prisoners were still leery of me and flinched when I got too close.
I heard a banging from the entrance and I went to find that they had placed a large pot of gruel along with bowls and wooden spoons in the hallway. I used a small teleportation spell to bring it to me. Making a table wasn't any problem and I quickly began to spoon out gruel into bowls for the prisoners.