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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7974147" data-attributes="member: 9255">EBERRON: FOR HIRESEGMENT 006“BRIDGE IN THE MISTS”4/19/20DRAVAGO 16, 1000“This road will take up in?” asks Silverwing outside of the inn.“Yes.  The main road here in Fort Zombie used to go into Cyre and follow the shore line of the Cyre river.” Replies the Druid enjoying the cool morning air.“We go in.   Travel a few hours to Grand Tree Branch- find The Wayfinder’s building and return with the map.” States the kobold.  He has been on edge all morning.  It is as if he knows something bad is going to happen today- something dreadful.From edge of town, near the fort they can see the clingy fog in the river valley; the fog that is the Mourn Mists.   On Olarune 20, 994, between the 9th bell at night and midnight something happened in the country of Cyre.  The country known for its fine art and dancing died.   In its place is a mockery of what it once was. The country was roughly covered and surrounded by a mist.  Everything inside was altered in a supernatural or others would say a non-natural way.  ALL died within it.  Those that died either became undead or simply died.  To make matters worse, these dead do not decay and rot.  They remain there, cold and lifeless but as if they had just died a day ago.  Worse, many of the undead feed on the corpses but a day or two later reform as if they had not been discovered or violated by the undead.This defiance of the natural way was not restricted to the people and animals of Cyre.  Man-made structure, including towns and cities, altered.  Buildings mis-shaped and changed.  Some say the capital- Metrol- was the worst hit.  Entire multiple storied buildings turned inside out or flipped over while maintaining their shape and design. This is where the three are walking and though it is not spoken of, disturbs them each.It is late morning when they see the first of the events they know are coming.  They witness a rabbit with deer antlers on its head.  When it sees them, it breathes out smoke as if it were a dragon.  Just to warn them to stay away.  Then changing into an eagle, the druid looks to catch lunch in a river branching from the Cyre River and nearby mists.  The fish he catches, a nice rainbow trout, has a third eye.They eat road rations for lunch.During their lunch break a stiff and steady breeze begins.  A storm coming in or something worse?  Much worse?They stop a mere ten feet from the dense fog.  It slowly is pushed back by the breeze but then rolls and claws its way back as the breeze subsides like a stubborn child.  “Last time we were here…..” begins the elf.“Was a week before….. it ended.” Finishes the kobold.“When we stole the Cyrian general’s sword.” Adds  Silverwing.“Because it could increase the power of a cleric’s belief against the undead.”“Well….crap.  Lets go.” Grumbles the fearful kobold.Silverwing is the first.  She opens her wings and gives a few tentative “practice” flaps of her wings.  She is ready to go airborne if anything bad happens in the mist. She sticks her hand in and nothing happens.  Then her arm.  She can not see her fingers as she wiggles them.  “Mist is thick.  Visibility is less than three feet.  Out of habit she flaps and rises above the ground then slowly forward.The sound of her flapping winds seem distant to her.  Similar to hearing a bird take flight from a river or pond. The kobold is immediately lost as he goes in.  At least he can feel the stones of the road as he walks on them…. Or can he?Izmet look back at the hillside where the fort is almost wishes he was there with their protection.  Almost.  Then he moves on using his staff to poke and tap the ground before him.  He is not sure if he has walked five feet or 500 ft when he first hears it.  A moaning sound.He then hears a squawk of surprise.  “Silver….. Mo…… What….. Where are you?”  Then suddenly heis falling then rolling.  He hits something that grunts.“I’m wet!” he hears the kobold curse.“Not sure….but I think we’re off the road…. In the river…….” Begins the druid as he pats around until he feels the kobold’s body.Though she heard her two companions fall into the water she has not responded.  The winged warrior is not alone.  She can a moaning.  At first she thought it was the moving of the air but it would change.  And it was coming from all directions and distances.  Then she sees the mist move and swirl.  It had eyes and a mouth.   It was similar to an air elemental but it was not an elemental (Mourners).  She blindly swings her weapons about her hoping to drive whatever it is away.Below the druid stands up.  He is knee deep in the water.  He can feel reeds and water grass before him where the kobold illusionist was just a moment ago.  He hears the kobold speak- “wind is changing again.  Hear that?”  Then suddenly the mist bursts around the druid and a somewhat humanoid shape flies into him.  He knows he needs to get out of the water but why?He wonders (--6 Wis )The kobold vaguely hears Silverwing above him when he feels pain and feels the wind move sharply around him.  He has no idea what to do ! (--5 Wis ).Her magical weapons drive two of the undead away.  She hopes she is still flying straight across but is uncertain.The druid begins to crawl out of the water onto the bank when he struck again (--5 Wis) and drops without understanding why he is dying.  Mohach is also struck again…. And again….and again.  Both the druid and the kobold die on the river’s bank.  Mohach’s last thought involves an illusion that he doesn’t understand the importance of.Silverwing bursts out of the mist into a grey world.  Whatever the creatures were, they remain within the mist and have not followed her.  She fears her friends are dead in the mists.  Still, she takes a deep breath and flies back in.  Still she can not see far before her.  After a few minutes….? An hour or two?  She exits the mist.The road is no where to be seen.  Looking to the sun’s location, she turns north and in a few hours locates the road once more.  She considers trying to follow the road by foot to find her friends but doubts that would be wise.Instead, she turns to the hills and walks to Fort Zombie. It then hits her……. Mohach had the money and the Orien voucher!</blockquote>

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