Day 11 of Summer, AV 512 |
"Come Eldon, the longer our friends are lost in this vile fog, the more lost they become." Urn, the Jamouran guide, translator, and temporary companion to Eldon, urged the Drykas to hurry. It was a strange thing for Eldon to be running so high off the ground. Eldon felt pangs of disorientation every time he glanced over the side of the bridges or petals that held him. It was a terrifying experience. "Here, Eldon, we must enter the fog. We might not have to go far, I can hear something already... up there?" The Jamoura pointed a large strong finger into the fog, and upwards a tier of the city. Eldon winced as he tried to follow the finger's target, though through the fog itself, he saw nothing. "Hurry, we can't let it get away." The Jamoura, Urn, dashed into the fog, Eldon himself ran in behind him, though a bit more preoccupied with making sure he didn't randomly drop through some magical hole in the bridge. As he crossed into the wall of fog, Eldon felt a strange tingling in his nose, a very faint scent that he couldn't identify, only faintly realized existed. The fog itself had a strong feeling to it, like he could physically feel the Djed chaotically raging within it, though it wasn't particularly changing him. At least, not yet it wasn't. Perhaps the fog took time to absorb into the victims. It would explain a good deal as to why some victims were crazed with animal-like instincts, and other were just throwing emotional tantrums. Regardless, Eldon and Urn had to do something about this mess. Even a little could do a lot of good. |