The Gravefells - RPLOG
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Date
2/7/477
Log
Even in these shadow-held lands, the sun is expected to shine during the daytime, but something is amiss today. Out of the blue - practically overnight, for anyone who has been watching - a mist has sprung from the earth. White and impenetrable, no one can see any more than a few feet into it before all vision is lost. A wall advancing outwards towards the south and west, it blots out the sun for all those standing near, turning it into a pale imitation of its usual self.
There is no one to meet anyone who has arrived, no guide to show the way. Only the tiniest of whispers on the wind which may have been carried out from the mist's heart by air magic - or perhaps one's imagination - serve to draw anyone who may have been in the area to it, perhaps out of morbid curiosity.
Kalt makes her way cautiously to the edge of the fog wall, dismounting before sending her steed off as the Vixen double checks her armor. The plates and bindings bound properly, and her spear in her right hand with her shield in her left as she keeps her helmet down while awaiting others...
Heavy steps rumble across the misty grasslands as Fenris arrives on the shoulder of his bulky, bovine golem, Behemoth. Something was very, very strange here. He alights from Behemoth's shoulders and sniffs at the air, peering into the approaching wall of fog. He nods to Kalt, who has arrived before him. "I'm not sure what we are looking at," he says quietly, "But I don't think it is Her." He carefully checks his gear and secures the collar of his coat to protect his chest and throat. "But who can be sure?" he asks.
Cassidy approaches quietly and without much warning, dropping lightly from the air to land aside Fenris and Kalt with a soft thump and rustle of her white robes. "Hello, Kalt, Fenris. Good to see you both again." She reaches up to adjust her mask before straightening out her garments. "Quite the unusual situation, isn't it?"
Selena approaches through the haze and mist, shivering a little uncomfortably. The beings already gathered are given waves in greeting; "Cassidy, Fenris... Kalt. You've all been well, I hope?" The wolfess's slight pause is punctuated by her looking aside somewhat.
Not long after the others, a coated leonine figure steps cautiously towards the fog wall. Besides the usual clanking of metal equipment and such rattling upon his back, he accompanied by a distinct crunching sound within his jaw. Produced from a bag, he treats himself to a delicious and crunchy bakery snack along his travels. "Good evenin' to ya," Dio greets with a small spray of crumbs. "Strange bit o' fog this is. Could it be a new spirit o' somethin'?" Reaching down, he finds the nearest small rock and tosses it randomly into the fog.
Siyu is dressed in leather and mail today as he's out adventuring, the pretty looking rodent pulls his long hair back ,and tucks a skullcap on. Keeping his pouchs of poultices and powders well in line as he follows along with the group. "What an odd thing to see...is this normal? I mean, normal for shadowlands..." he glances at Fenris. "Her? You mean boney?" the lack of proper noun clear on his voice. Though the rodent makes sure his sword and dagger pair is still tight on his hips, a slight nervousness from the diminutive rodent.
The wall of mist has no reply for the musings of those observing it, continuing to pour outwards - at a snail's pace, perhaps, but unmistakably so. Inpenetrable and silent, the only way it seems that anyone can learn anything about it is to step within its confines - but who knows what dangers lurk within, should one take such a foolhardy step?
From the heart of the mist, again..."Help...if anyone can hear us...help. This is not natural." As if the obvious needed saying, but it does sound a little hysterical. "By the Creators. Someone. Please."
Kalt grunts gently to Fenris as she pulls her visor down, before looking to Selena as she nods. "M'figurin' we ain't got many options right? If'n it's her, well... We'll be findin' out." She gives a stout nod, before raising her kiteshield once more as the voices come out to the group, the vixen pursing her lips then before she takes a deep breath and begins to walk into the mist with her shield raised. "Let's go stickin' together though..."
Fenris nods to the others as they arrive his gaze fixed into the swirling mist. "Yes, Siyu," he says, "That is who I mean." The tiger blanches a bit when he hears the plea for help and his jaw sets in determination. "It is probably a trap," he says aloud, "But I cannot ignore a plea for help." He fingers the bronze lantern insignia displayed on his belt. The tiger looks at his fellow Lightbringers in the group. "Time to bring the light, right?" he says with a grin, following Kalt into the mist, Behemoth rumbling at his heels.
Cassidy folds her hands behind her back and nods. "Yes, time to do our duty, as it were," she moves off after Kalt, following close behind. "I've got your backs," she adds, as she starts to flex her fingers in preparation for whatever might lie ahead.
Selena shakes her head. "I've been here plenty of times before, and I can safely say this isn't 'normal'." She replies to Siyu, letting out a somewhat loud sigh. "Well, either way. Fenris has a point; a light would probably be useful if only to give us a point of reference to follow." She notes, bringing a small orb of flame into being just in front of the group and offering a hand out. "Unless someone has rope, we have no idea how deep the fog bank is either. Keeping our hands together until we're through should stop anyone from getting separated if it is."
"I don't think I can be trustin' some spooky fog I tell ya," Dio proclaims with a strong nod, and of course followed up by another delightful crunchy treat. "But it ain't like I got 'nough scars." Tying up the string around his bag o' treats, his tucks it away within his coat and pulls his tower shield to the front. "If we're all within' huggin' distance, it won't be too bad. An' remember, the safe word is... Banana."
Siyu winces at the mist, "I think it would be incredibly easy to get lost in that..." he looks around at the relativly grassy plain for a lone tree, or a fairly big rock. Pulling out a length of rope from his bag, "And that sounds ever so much like a trap for the gallant..." he mummers. "Wait...hold on! I..." and then people are going into the bitch, "Flame it..." he grunts and pulls out a spare sword. Pounding it into the turf and tying the rope around the handle. Then tying the extra around his waist and bounding into the mist after the group.
