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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Karl Green" data-source="post: 2049832" data-attributes="member: 1467">Mournlands, Mol, Third Week of Therendor, afternoon(occ ok seems only 5 players left... my faught for being so slow, but anyway if others return I will edit, but right now... /occ)With their two pack animals, Marcus, Neville, Fury, Amon and Azreal reach the Grey-Death Mist on the border into the Mournland. The mist wall seems to extent up hundreds of feet into the air and swills around as if blown by a gentle breeze that none of you feel. The two mules snort but don’t resist as the League pushes through into the Mist. For a moment it feels like you are pushing through cotton or water when each first pushes through the edge of the Mist, but then the feeling is gone and you find yourselves on a grassless hard packed earth. No one can see more then 60 or so feet at the most, the Mist thick and fairly uniform. No breeze or wind can be felt and yet the Mist does seem to swill and move about. There are no sounds but the dull tread of your own feet and that of the pack mules. A strange sense of hopelessness and dreariness seems to roll over each of you… nothing to server but just a feeling that tickles the back of your mind.Moving on the League travels for about an hour before coming out through the Mist to find them selves in the dreary lands of the former nation of Cyr. The League is on a small rise or hill that leads out onto a broad flat plain…once the breadbasket for the nation, it is now empty and dead. What planets you see are stunted and ugly… changed by the horror that transformed the land only a few years ago. While there are few clouds in the skies, there light is blunted and blocked somewhat here… looking up at the sun it seems that a thick fog or haze is partly blocking it. As the League is about to start moving down onto the plain, following the lighting rail tracks, strange howls or noises can be heard coming from each side of the group, in the hills and from behind boulders from both the north and south of the group. And they are getting louder. (occ a basic description of the area that you are in, the Grey-Death Mist is behind you about 40 or 50 feet. You are in some hills that lead down onto a board flat plain below you. There are boulders and some small ugly brush here, but the ‘pass’ that you are standing in is about 200 or so feet wide. The sounds are like the calls of an ape or monkey… but sickly and garbled somehow…Actions? /occ)</blockquote>

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