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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2765086" data-attributes="member: 37105">Wakil falls back in the little rowboat, stunned as an overwhelming, virulent evil aura suddenly pervades the ruffian's body at the same moment the man begins thrashing.Simultaneous with the activity in the rowboat, the wind gusts violently in from the sea, pushing at the people on the ship.  The fog flows up the sides of the ship.  Amidships, it stops just shy of the edge of the railing.  Aft, it flows over the poop deck, roiling and spitting, and pulls up as a wall just shy of the edge of the light shed by the glowing quarrel.  The bow of the ship sees a similar suffocation by glowing white fog, pulsating in the light of the moon.Down below in the rowboat, the river is rocking wildly and tossing the boat around.  The man is still thrashing violently, expelling little gasps of fog.  For a single moment, Wakil was touched by a sick, dark evil in the fog attempting to press in on him, but in that instant, the wind rushed in and began swirling around the little boat, clearing the air.  Wakil watches in fascination as the wood at the edges of the boat begins to smoke and warp where it is touched by the fog.On deck, the crew notices the wood touched by the fog begin to blacken and smolder.  The captain is bellowing, "N'un T'Chauck!  Denther!  Grondar!  Up sail!  Troth, cut anchor!  Cut those grapnels from my ship!  Colmarr!  On deck!  All hands on deck!  Look alive on your feet or die in your bed!" Turning to Malachi he hollers, "What heaven's hells is that!?" gesturing at the fog.</blockquote>

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