The Mist

At night the Mists come, and blanket the entire landscape in a gray fog which limits all sight and sound to arms reach. A person stranded outside at night is considered as good as dead, and for good reason. Those who go out at night rarely return, and often the morning brings signs of a struggle and various amounts of gore. Legends tell of large shambling masses of indeterminate body parts, called Mistwraiths, which amble through the fields outside the city at night hunting for any stragglers.

An old man once passed through Sazedon and told of a night he supposedly survived outside. After being knocked unconscious in the evening, he woke in the Mists to a heavy weight wrapped around his arm, and immediately tried to pull away. The next he remembered, he awoke just outside the door to his home, his arm stripped to the bone. Curiously, it was expertly bandaged.

The Mist

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