We camped that evening in the shadow of the Mists of Mournland. It was a sobering experience but safe enough. War-Forged spent the night, as he had the journey yesterday, repair himself and in the mourning reported seeing nothing unusual.
After taking an hour or so to mentally and physically prepare ourselves we climbed aboard the landcart once again and made towards the mists.
Entering the Mists of Mournland was a strange experience. While it looked like a wall from afar closer up they were more defused. It wasn't, as I had imagined, like passing through a curtain but rather the mists gradually built up around us until we were enveloped. Inside the mists visibility was drastically curtailed. The landscape, as far as I could tell, was flat and featureless with no sign of plant life. We couldn't see the sun above us, just a directionless haze of light. If we had entered during the night I suspect it would have been impenetrably dark. A soul crushing sense of dread filled the air. It was all very alien and disorientating, something that Fraiya and Falin seemed to feel the keenest.
After a while, it was hard too keep track of time, Falin brought the landcart to a halt and peered around in confusion. He told us that we should have been through the mists by now, it appeared we were lost. Perhaps in the featureless terrain we had veered off at an angel and were heading along the frontier rather then through it. Trying his best to get his bearings Falin headed off again.
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After taking an hour or so to mentally and physically prepare ourselves we climbed aboard the landcart once again and made towards the mists.
Entering the Mists of Mournland was a strange experience. While it looked like a wall from afar closer up they were more defused. It wasn't, as I had imagined, like passing through a curtain but rather the mists gradually built up around us until we were enveloped. Inside the mists visibility was drastically curtailed. The landscape, as far as I could tell, was flat and featureless with no sign of plant life. We couldn't see the sun above us, just a directionless haze of light. If we had entered during the night I suspect it would have been impenetrably dark. A soul crushing sense of dread filled the air. It was all very alien and disorientating, something that Fraiya and Falin seemed to feel the keenest.
After a while, it was hard too keep track of time, Falin brought the landcart to a halt and peered around in confusion. He told us that we should have been through the mists by now, it appeared we were lost. Perhaps in the featureless terrain we had veered off at an angel and were heading along the frontier rather then through it. Trying his best to get his bearings Falin headed off again.
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