The Mists

THE MISTS

Tendrils of mist; they're funny things, really. They curl and twist around anything near them, pulling their foggy selves closer. They frighten some, give them the feeling of suffocation, of blindness, but to others they provide the comfort of invisibility, and a damp, warm scent, reminiscent of water, that brings fond memories of times before this time, when everything was wonderfully, wonderfully innocent and naive. When things seemed perfect. Even those afraid of the mist eventually wander into it, drawn by the memory-inducing scent and cloudy, wet fog. Once they wander into the mists... Well, they end up here. In Escandea, the valley where the pack of the Silver Mists thrives.

The Mists, a beautiful, mist-laden forest, is always shrouded with fog, giving it an eerily appealing look. The rolling hills of the woodland provide an even softer appearance, and the place is comforting. A place created for thinking, and for solitude. And, of course, for confrontation. Once a loner, or loners, wander into the Mists, the Watumms know it, and they alert the Althier and Turefatha, who come to the Mists to meet the wanderer(s). After evaluating the loner(s), the Althier and Turefatha will either chase the loner(s) off, or welcome them in.