Travellers arrive at the Shadowscape gates, bringing news of massive poisonous clouds overrunning the countryside. Those with sources in higher circles have heard that Lord Shadowborne has been directing scouts and sages to the locations mentioned in the stories...

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Brandrik walks around shadowscape seeing all the scouts and sages run towards the outer branches of the city, thinking to himself, "The damn rumors must be really happening!" Brandrik heads to the Shadowborne's district to see Onyx and ask whats really going on with all their men running about.

Onyx tells Brandrik about this strange fog thats finally pooring over the city. "The scouts and sages have been sent to the locations that this fog has been mentioned in the stories. They need to find just where and how soon it will be here."

Brandrik heads back to the Three Steps Academy to warm Savannah and the others there about the events that will soon be taking place. "Onyx is confirming that the rumors on this big story about the poisonous fog coming in, are true... all their scouts and sages are being sent to the areas that were most mentioned in these rumors and.. it doesn't look too good."

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A foul, pestilent wind ravages the lands outside ShadowScape City. More refugees arrive at ShadowScape, and more pestilent fog comes rolling from the hills towards the city. Slowly, step by step, the Preserve, the Outskirts, the Glade, and all the other exterior areas are engulved in a mass of billowing green smoke.

According to Sayanran Lotkin, Druid: "The lakes in the hills, they collect the poison that always pollutes our air. Until a certain point... then they start to boil and bubble, and release the foulness in a few days. The gas always stays close to the ground, and slowly slides into this valey. It's a cycle that takes decades to complete. We'll not be able to go outside for years, I am afraid."

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Shada going into Shadowscape to buy a new shield notice the smell, and plugs her nose tell she gets out of the area, her only thought, afterwars si if the Shadowflame Manor is getting this rotten air.

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Verin, hidden by the wall of the Cordor temple, sighs quietly after recent happenings in his private life, and ponders about heading to Shadowscape, to visit Sayanran Lotkin, hoping to get the answer to what's pestering him and spend some time in his grove.

Drowning in deep, sorrowful, bitter thoughts, not being able to get himself up after the loss of his beloved, he sets off to Shadowscape, embracing the shadows, he reaches the rift, unseen by anyone, where he stops, looks at the blade of his Sorrow sword, watching his own reflection in the dark steel of the blade, then sheathes it and enters the rift.

He doesn't even notice the stench upon his arrival, walking slowly towards the Preserve, shadows just flickering around him, dim, vile, red light visible from underneath his helmet's visor, and emanating from the left side of his neck as well.

As he reaches the Preserve, he removes his helmet, and immediately he spots the dead white stag on the ground. He stops, narrowing his eyes, glancing around. The stench hits his nose, he realizes that the fumes of gas surround him.

What the hells... mutters to himself, trying to concentrate on present time, pulling away the thoughts about Holalime for now.

Reaches to one of many hidden pockets in his cloak, takes out a bandana, ties it around his mouth and nose, then slowly walks towards the Stag. Noticing, it's eyes are still open, thus covered with the fog of death, he closes it's eyes with his hand, muttering: May your soul travel safe, friend..

Stands up, and turns towards Sayanran Lotkin's glade, but doesn't move, his eyes going back to the Stag and he continues to stare at the pure white stag. After quite a longer moment, his eyes turn wet, if someone saw him there, it couldn't be recognized whether those are tears or the effect of the gas fumes. He shakes his head, like waking up from a dream, sends a quick, studying glare around, then the shadows embrace him, he fades away and walks towards Sayanran's glade. Upon reaching the place and not finding him around the place, he continues to walk around the preserve, very cautiously, coughing from the poisonous fumes, trying to find the source of them, reaching one of the water banks, noticing the poisonous bubbles comming out of it, exploding into gas fumes.

Out of sudden, a small card in his pocket begins to glow. He takes it out quickly, and looks at it, reading the letters which form on it magically. His eyes widen, he releases a quiet growl, stuffs the blank card in his pocket, gazes around the Preserve for a moment longer, muttering quietly to himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm:

Everything has been taken from me already.. My true self was taken.. The warmest light in my life has been taken... Now even.. my home.. ? I wouldn't be surprised if something happened to my son, it starts to be a rout-- he cuts the sentence in half, his eyes widen even more, his hand grips the hilt of the Sorrow attached to his belt, he raises his voice a bit, it sounds very fearful though Neithan! Sinye! Forgive me, Shadowscape, it's.. a bad feeling.. i have to check. I'll be back to you, you're my home, nevertheless.

He releases a quiet, helpless sigh and starts to walk towards the Rift quickly, after getting to main area of Shadowscape, his walking changes into running, he storms out of the Shadow Plane, and sprints towards Winya Ravana, using a bunch of Haste scrolls on the way.

Xuneera tries to keep in-doors, as the ravaging stench from the poisonous clouds fill the countryside around Shadowscape.
Though when exiting her luxurious suite at the Drunk Dancer, she would gracefully wrap cloth around her mouth and nose, being immune to the poison it was only the stench she had to worry about.

"Damn stench, it almost makes Ultrinnan seem inviting again..." she mumbled annoyed....

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Behind the door to a small room in the Winya Ravana Temple, is often heard the giggles of a small child, and this day was no exception. Sinye sat on the soft carpet and played with her now 2 year old son. Neithan were taking on more characteristics of his father, while he still had the eyes of his mother, soft and blue. Sinye suddenly took the small boy in her arms and hugged him close, cherishing every moment she had with him - but truth was that mommy had to work now, and Sinye was back on her old path, dealing with the wrong persons... As the nanny, an elder elven woman from the village, Elvolia, entered the room, Sinye changed and left after placing a soft kiss on the cheek of her son.
"Mommy will be back soon, I promise.. And thank you once again Elvolia, for wanting to take care of Neithan." "Do not worry child, I need something to keep my hands busy with, and he is an angel." Elvolia replied. Later that day Sinye returned to quite a surprise - Verin waiting for her in the Temple, a rare happening.

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Lord Shadowborne looked over the walls. The writhing mass of acrid fumes was very close now; he guessed they would reach the city in within hours. He observed the way the clouds moved over the ground. They didn't seem to be a lot anything higher than a small tree, and some canopies and rocks could be seen above the poisonous fog. He whispered a quick prayer to the Gods and ordered the guards to evacuate the outer city districts.

"Bring every citizen inside these walls, men. Collect all the livestock and food that's left inside the perimeter. We will seal the gates in two hours, lest the poisonous fumes should overwhelm us!"

The Druid from the Preserve was the last one to enter the city. Two white stags accompanied him...

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