12/31/2025, 6:18 AM
Plague Effect: 「 Poisonous fog - irritates eyes, mouth, ears and nose 」
Thick, acrid air filled every chamber of your lungs, burning right down to your bronchioles - it is suffocating.
Wretched, nasty, it did not care for the way the rest of the world saw it. This was as Mythris demanded, wasn't it? What She needed. The drip of saliva might have been nothing, but the poison that ran thick from its body dripped down to feed that seed of fear. Seeking, it would find it's target, drawn immediately to the new fresh bloom and the inviting sickly sweet scent of fear.
The snapping of the frantic youth meant nothing to it. What did a monster notice of the protests of the prey?
What might have been the sweet embrace of a courter instead was sinister, the limb that had snaked up and then extended over Draugur's back quickly dug claws into him. With a yank, Draugur was on the ground, pale flesh hitting the ground with a heavy thud that echoed through the pines. The sound was not deafened by the noxious fog, the ground descending into a quagmire that sought to hold and cling to Draugur.
The voice that could be heard from directly above him, a toxic fume that burned the vulnerable eyes and nose, to where every breath would only bring more tears.
Further they sank, the mire swallowing them up mindlessly, and it took several moments for the poisonous fog to start to dissipate.
Draugur was half buried, face buried to his eyes and shoulders partially trapped in the ground of Mythris herself. If he had enough time to save himself, if his brother lurking nearby was fast enough to help - that would left to be seen. But Dre Klage was gone, only the vague clinking of its chains echoed in the far distance.
Thick, acrid air filled every chamber of your lungs, burning right down to your bronchioles - it is suffocating.
Wretched, nasty, it did not care for the way the rest of the world saw it. This was as Mythris demanded, wasn't it? What She needed. The drip of saliva might have been nothing, but the poison that ran thick from its body dripped down to feed that seed of fear. Seeking, it would find it's target, drawn immediately to the new fresh bloom and the inviting sickly sweet scent of fear.
The snapping of the frantic youth meant nothing to it. What did a monster notice of the protests of the prey?
What might have been the sweet embrace of a courter instead was sinister, the limb that had snaked up and then extended over Draugur's back quickly dug claws into him. With a yank, Draugur was on the ground, pale flesh hitting the ground with a heavy thud that echoed through the pines. The sound was not deafened by the noxious fog, the ground descending into a quagmire that sought to hold and cling to Draugur.
The voice that could be heard from directly above him, a toxic fume that burned the vulnerable eyes and nose, to where every breath would only bring more tears.
Watth dre liltal du,It seethed, teeth gnashing as claws pulled deep across his body.
Fal yiar tsid sak.Was it the ground reaching up to pull his snout in, or was it a foot pressing down on his neck - was it both? It was somehow everywhere, claws rending through pale flesh, putrid jaws closing over his snout.
Yia win lab du.
Further they sank, the mire swallowing them up mindlessly, and it took several moments for the poisonous fog to start to dissipate.
Draugur was half buried, face buried to his eyes and shoulders partially trapped in the ground of Mythris herself. If he had enough time to save himself, if his brother lurking nearby was fast enough to help - that would left to be seen. But Dre Klage was gone, only the vague clinking of its chains echoed in the far distance.