Note: There will be no set posting order for characters in this thread; it may be treated as a free-for-all until the thread concludes on 4/7. You are not required to interact with other characters and may simply post your character's arrival and curiosity to investigate.
Negative effect: 「nose/throat/eye irritation and burning」
The coming of spring should have brought a bloom back to the Strand. After a horrible fire that seared the landscape last year, the Strand had been … quiet. And even with the coming of spring, with the surrounding lands blossoming, the Strand remained oddly barren.
The landscape almost appeared to be trapped in a strange stasis.
A thick, dark green mist has seemed to settle over the strange, rocky corridors. There seems to be an unnatural, eerie silence. No birds. Not even the crunch of your own paws against the ground below.
Even the tree branches do not flow or move, as if stuck in an air lock.
As you near the Strand, you notice the mist feels heavy, and it seems to linger in your fur, hovering in your face and obscuring your view. It irritates your mucous membranes, making your eyes red and causing your nose to run. Your face and throat become itchy, and yet, from somewhere in the caverns beyond, you hear a voice.
You cannot tell what it is — neither gender nor species. It does not speak in common, and yet it completely captures your attention and demands you draw nearer, into the toxic mist. It says no words, and yet it says everything.
The fog smells metallic, and the more you wander the caverns, the thicker the mist becomes and the more painful it is to be there. Your eyes are watering and burning to a point where you close them. Your throat burns as you cough, and it stings like small razor blades.
The voice persists, delicate and soft and yet … demanding. It has something to tell you. And it seems prepared to hurt you in order to get the message across. And you do not feel in any position to deny it, even though you do not understand it.
Just how far in will you wander? And will you be able to get out?
The coming of spring should have brought a bloom back to the Strand. After a horrible fire that seared the landscape last year, the Strand had been … quiet. And even with the coming of spring, with the surrounding lands blossoming, the Strand remained oddly barren.
The landscape almost appeared to be trapped in a strange stasis.
A thick, dark green mist has seemed to settle over the strange, rocky corridors. There seems to be an unnatural, eerie silence. No birds. Not even the crunch of your own paws against the ground below.
Even the tree branches do not flow or move, as if stuck in an air lock.
As you near the Strand, you notice the mist feels heavy, and it seems to linger in your fur, hovering in your face and obscuring your view. It irritates your mucous membranes, making your eyes red and causing your nose to run. Your face and throat become itchy, and yet, from somewhere in the caverns beyond, you hear a voice.
You cannot tell what it is — neither gender nor species. It does not speak in common, and yet it completely captures your attention and demands you draw nearer, into the toxic mist. It says no words, and yet it says everything.
The fog smells metallic, and the more you wander the caverns, the thicker the mist becomes and the more painful it is to be there. Your eyes are watering and burning to a point where you close them. Your throat burns as you cough, and it stings like small razor blades.
The voice persists, delicate and soft and yet … demanding. It has something to tell you. And it seems prepared to hurt you in order to get the message across. And you do not feel in any position to deny it, even though you do not understand it.
Just how far in will you wander? And will you be able to get out?