Typhus

An interesting fact in connection with this epidemic is that in Astrakhan the disease was so mild that no deaths occurred and that the earlier cases on the right bank of the Volga were of the same mild form, but that the disease there increased rapidly in severity and soon became so malignant that scarcely any of those attacked recovered.

This is to some extent the history of epidemics elsewhere and not only of plague, but of other infectious diseases such as typhus fever, cholera, and yellow fever.

In all of these diseases, the outset of an epidemic may be characterized by cases so mild in character that they are not recognized, and during the progress of the epidemic, many such cases may continue to occur.

These cases are evidently especially dangerous as regards the propagation of the disease, for when they are not recognized, no restrictions are placed upon the infected individuals, although they may be sowing the germs broadcast.

The first clearly recorded epidemic occurred in Ireland in 1739, but the literature relating to the disease belongs mostly to the nineteenth century.

The fact that the disease was not recognized previously to the date above mentioned cannot be taken as evidence that it did not exist.

Typhoid and typhus fevers had not been differentiated as distinct diseases at this time, and as all of these diseases are likely to prevail simultaneously when insanitary conditions exist, especially in densely populated countries and in times of scarcity of food, it is probable that all of these diseases had a share in contributing to the mortality statistics of Europe and Asia during the Middle Ages and in earlier times.

Relapsing fever prevailed in Ireland and in Scotland during the years 1799 and 1800, 1817 through 19, 1826 and 27, 1842 through 48, and in the last year, 1848, it invaded several of the larger towns of England.

There's very little to suggest at any time.

I guess maybe Mortarion because he got betrayed by Typhus.

But Mortarion's story is really about how hating chaos doesn't make you immune.

Because Mortarion hated witchcraft, he hated the idea of warp interference, he hated all that stuff, and yet fell to it anyway because of the trap that Nurgle had set for him and his fleets, where Typhus basically made the deal.

This is kind of like Lorgar, where Erebus is the true architect of the Fall of the Wordbearers.

Typhus is the true architect of the Fall of the Death Guard, not Mortarion.

But I would argue that would still happen, regardless of any other external

forces.

They carry diseases.

Typhus, spread by body lice, has killed millions.

Plague, carried by fleas, has wiped out entire civilizations.

Lyme disease, delivered by ticks, can damage your heart, your nervous system, your joints.

That's correct.

And so these are the deaths of two of the Argonauts, Idmund and Typhus.

How does this story unfold?

Yeah, well, let me just read the text here.

This is actually quite a boring death.

We read, for the heroes now constructed a second barrel for a dead comrade.

The story goes that Typhus, son of Hognias, died, no longer destined to sail any farther.

For then and there, a brief illness laid him to rest far from his homeland, just after the crew had honored the death of Abbas.

But Theseus, who surpassed all the sons of Erytheus, an unseen bond kept beneath the land of Teneras, for he had followed that path with Pirithous, assuredly both would have lightened for all the fulfillment of their toil.

Typhus, son of Hagneus, left the Scythian people of the Thespians, well skilled to foretell the rising wave on the broad sea, and well skilled to infer from sun and star the stormy winds and the time for sailing.

Tritonian Athena herself urged him to join the band of chiefs, and he came among them a welcome comrade.

She herself, too, fashioned the swift ship, and with her Argus, son of Arista, wrought it by her counsels.

And as when a bull stung by a gadfly tears along, leaving the meadows and the marshland, and recks not of herdsman or herd, but presses on, now without cheek, now standing still, and raising his broad neck he bellows loudly, stung by the maddening fly, so he in his frenzy now would ply his swift knees unresting, now again would cease from toil and shout afar with loud pealing cry.

But straightway the morning star rose above the topmost peaks, and the breeze swept down.

And quickly did Typhus urge them to go aboard and avail themselves of the wind, and they embarked eagerly forthwith, and they drew up the ship's anchors, and hauled the ropes astern, and the sails were bellied out by the wind, and far from the coast were they joyfully borne past the Poseidon headland.

But at the hour when gladsome dawn shines from heaven, rising from the east, and the paths stand out clearly, and the dewy plains shine with a bright gleam, then at length they were aware that unwittingly they had abandoned those men.

The ancient Egyptians taught that he did this as he rested in his heavenly boat while crossing the sky.

Thus, we read that God's sun quieted the Typhus, our great storm on the sea, while in his boat.

Which boat? The boat of Isis.

Ra, the sun god, also known as Osiris, in the bark of millions of years in which he traversed the heavens, He wears on his head and accompanies a vast sun disk, symbolizing his powers as Lord of the Heavens.

The disruption to the monsoon season causes a mutated strain of cholera in Bengal.

Typhus sweeps through Ireland.

It's literally a global catastrophe.

It really is.