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A churning, roiling mist has crept upon the rivers surrounding the Underworld throughout the night. You can see it looming, seething as though filled with anticipation, but of what? The day passes uneventfully, save for the ominous fog…
…until night falls. As day slides toward evening, the mist creeps its curling way onto shore, sliding among the trees of the Forest of the Dead, cloaking the hills leading toward the docks in hazed, distorted fog. It’s a slow process of descending obscurity, but something about the encroaching fog seems purposeful, filled with intent and a thrumming malice.
But that may just be your nerves. Thick as the fog may, the hours stretch into one another, suffocating, oppressive, and foreboding. As the feeling of dread at the unknown begins to slacken into a dull ache of worry, you may find other ways to occupy yourself. The air thick with mist, the silence is oppressive.
A churning, roiling mist has crept upon the rivers surrounding the Underworld throughout the night. You can see it looming, seething as though filled with anticipation, but of what? The day passes uneventfully, save for the ominous fog…
…until night falls. As day slides toward evening, the mist creeps its curling way onto shore, sliding among the trees of the Forest of the Dead, cloaking the hills leading toward the docks in hazed, distorted fog. It’s a slow process of descending obscurity, but something about the encroaching fog seems purposeful, filled with intent and a thrumming malice.
But that may just be your nerves. Thick as the fog may, the hours stretch into one another, suffocating, oppressive, and foreboding. As the feeling of dread at the unknown begins to slacken into a dull ache of worry, you may find other ways to occupy yourself. The air thick with mist, the silence is oppressive.