A Hunt Gone Wrong
Ash 78th, 124th Year, A.o.S.
The first day of the annual Wild Hunt went off without so much as a hitch when it had concluded, hunters had brought in their game whether it had been a dire beast or a simply large creature such as elk or caribou. When the new day had started off those who had actively participated in The Hunt had resumed it in earnest, the earliest hunters having already combed the foggy boreal forests outside of Kalzasi.
What came unexpectedly, however, was the moment the bells of Kalzasi tolled ever so loudly, sounding out the alarm so that nearby settlements could also repeat the same behavior. A warning. One that issued the threat of an impending storm that had started brewing from the west, with the ominous clouds rolling in to signify what exactly had settled in on the fringes of Kalzasi proper.
A Dread Mist storm.
Though subtle in the initial wake of the storm, its presence slowly converted the fog into an eerie aetherial mist, causing random lights akin to lightning bugs to glow within the iridescent vapors pervading the reaches of the Wildking's Forge. Those who heard the tolls were keen enough to travel to their nearest township or a foothold within the city, someplace that would at least offer protection against the coming storm that threatened to saturate the hunting grounds with ambient aether.
What they did not expect, however, was that while the magic pylons often distributed from Kalzasi among the towns activated, was how dense the overwhelming fog quickly became once the illumite defenses warded off the impending threat. A Category Two Dread Mist storm loomed within the Northlands, threatening those who simply weren't apt to retreat to safety right away; or simply were too far out to make it back to where safety remained in store for them.
An hour into the lingering Dread Mist storm, and the fog itself did not seem to relent in the slightest. Rather, ranks of the Sky Guard were soon seen flying out into the storm with their own Illumite protections at the ready, for a new threat somehow lurked within the coverage of the Mists. Undead. In both creature and mortal form, ghoulish forms of animal and hunter alike stalked the aetheric miasma that saturated the Wildking's Forge. Not just in dismal numbers either, as slowly and steadily...
An entire horde marched it's way to either Dawnhold, and even Kalzasi, in a slow stride toward the glimmering defenses that stood as a bulwark against the Dread Mist.
The Wild Hunt had taken an abysmally unexpected turn for the worst.
Ash 78th, 124th Year, A.o.S.
The first day of the annual Wild Hunt went off without so much as a hitch when it had concluded, hunters had brought in their game whether it had been a dire beast or a simply large creature such as elk or caribou. When the new day had started off those who had actively participated in The Hunt had resumed it in earnest, the earliest hunters having already combed the foggy boreal forests outside of Kalzasi.
What came unexpectedly, however, was the moment the bells of Kalzasi tolled ever so loudly, sounding out the alarm so that nearby settlements could also repeat the same behavior. A warning. One that issued the threat of an impending storm that had started brewing from the west, with the ominous clouds rolling in to signify what exactly had settled in on the fringes of Kalzasi proper.
A Dread Mist storm.
Though subtle in the initial wake of the storm, its presence slowly converted the fog into an eerie aetherial mist, causing random lights akin to lightning bugs to glow within the iridescent vapors pervading the reaches of the Wildking's Forge. Those who heard the tolls were keen enough to travel to their nearest township or a foothold within the city, someplace that would at least offer protection against the coming storm that threatened to saturate the hunting grounds with ambient aether.
What they did not expect, however, was that while the magic pylons often distributed from Kalzasi among the towns activated, was how dense the overwhelming fog quickly became once the illumite defenses warded off the impending threat. A Category Two Dread Mist storm loomed within the Northlands, threatening those who simply weren't apt to retreat to safety right away; or simply were too far out to make it back to where safety remained in store for them.
An hour into the lingering Dread Mist storm, and the fog itself did not seem to relent in the slightest. Rather, ranks of the Sky Guard were soon seen flying out into the storm with their own Illumite protections at the ready, for a new threat somehow lurked within the coverage of the Mists. Undead. In both creature and mortal form, ghoulish forms of animal and hunter alike stalked the aetheric miasma that saturated the Wildking's Forge. Not just in dismal numbers either, as slowly and steadily...
An entire horde marched it's way to either Dawnhold, and even Kalzasi, in a slow stride toward the glimmering defenses that stood as a bulwark against the Dread Mist.
The Wild Hunt had taken an abysmally unexpected turn for the worst.
