The mists thicken. Most of the time, the eye can't see more than a foot away. Except when the mists thin.
Gorric feels the ebb and flow of cool mists around him, as his conscience returns under the spells of the dwarf cleric. He can't see much. He feels his brother's hand, cold from the shock steady on his chest.
Bhunder's vision is blocked by the mists. The sounds of battle seem distant and close, from many directions and none. He's completely disoriented. He hears Burdur nearby praying in dwarven. He puts a hand out to find his brother on the ground since he's unable to see. And he finds another, dead-cold, boney hand already on his brother's chest.
As he yelps in surprise, the feeling of the hand disappears but both the gnomes can hear a rasping, cackling laugh.
Kimber listens to Vorj and Van fighting the enemies. As she moves towards the fight, he listens the refugees screaming for mercy... except that it's elves that scream for mercy, begging Vorj and Van to not end them. Before she has the time to realize what happens, she listens humans scream and cry. As elves cut them down. One shout, of a little human girl, sounds
right in front of her. The hoosing sound of arrow right past her ear abruptly cuts the girl's screams and Kimber feels the warm blood wetting her hand. But when she brings it close to her face she doesn't see any wet spot.
Vorj and Van listen each other, but are unable to track each other. Every time they take a step, the other's sound comes from a different direction. The mists thin a bit and
Vorj can see a rider. He wears black tatters and holds a scythe. His horse has Van's head which turns and leers mockingly towards Vorj before the rider and his bizarre Van-horse disappear in the mists.
Van can see a figure in the mists right ahead of him. Before he can even speak the figure, more like a shadow, grabs his scimitars by the blades, kicks Van strongly in the belly to weaken his grip and pulls them right out of his hands. As Van screams in rage,
Kimber can listen his scream. The figure laughs and disappears.
The heroes spent an indefinable amount of time in the mists, lost, harried and taunted. It's an unsettling experience.
Gorric feels a face with two mouths gently kissing his wound, as if feeding from his pain.
Bhunder is yanked by the collar from a giant he can't see and thrown away from his brother, alone in the mists, falling for what could be minutes.
Kimber hits a headstone; the headstone of her own grave.
Vorj stumbles in the mists and falls face-first on a book of dark demonology, signed by a fiend he's unfortunate to know.
Van, looking for his scimitar feels a crown on his head.
and then, as they fear they will lose their minds, the mists start to thin. The heroes start to see figures in the twilling. Moonlight seems to finally filter down through the mists. They can hear each other screaming. The mists keep thinning. Soon they can tell each other as they move closer. The six of them seem to be there. And something watching.
Kimber:
Vorj:
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