These happenings are not natural, they speak of some dark magic perhaps or the ill tidings of a battle between unseen forces, the gods. Gods of misfortune clearly. For those who have suffered from the depravity of the mists, including myself, we will suffer the scars for years to come. The darkness that mingles with the benign vestige of a delicate fog. The turmoil that leeches into a person’s mind. The hunger suffered by those who answer the mists calling. These are terrible things. Outrageous marks upon our good realm. Upon Ame’s good people and their allies.
I cannot say for certain, yet, what has caused these things to be. I work on the problem diligently. I give thanks to the Mother goddess for releasing me from slavery to the mists. I cannot yet put into words what I felt, saw and heard in the mists and their whispering. Perhaps I may never, for I would rather forget than to delve deeply into such darkness. I would not pretend that there is some goodness in these strange occurrences, the red hued mists stalking the people of the realm, forcing them into servitude to feed its own hunger, or at the very least, people becoming so disillusioned from dark hallucinations that they truly believe this to be! I saw, even through the fog, fire and ice, threatening to rip apart the very land. Lightning strikes dancing about the jungle floor, taking down trees and startling the wildlife. The animals shrieking in horror and scattering or attacking those who dare come too close.
I believe these things to be signs and portents of a darkness yet to come. Turning creature against creature. Dragons carrying off the injured, warrior attacking warrior, driders sworn to our protection becoming endangered themselves, talk of the entire village taken refuge up in the crystal and myconid caves of Mt Ohm. Yet, this news frightened me! The mists descended from the high reaches of Mt Ohm! If the land is cleansed of its evil, it may retreat back to whence it came, leaving the villagers in grave danger.
Yes, the cleansing came upon us. I believe it is upon us even now. The ice creaked, reaching out with snowy tendrils and the fire spread, scorching the land. The Mother goddess, Ame Moei, willed to no longer tolerate this scourge upon her creation. She drew justice down upon us all. The gods who threaten this realm will not be allowed to continue their terror upon us. Ame Moei saw the sacrifice was finished and brought upon us the cleansing rains. Right order will be restored to the land. I write this to you now that you may realize later what has happened. Be warned of the retreating flood waters and see fit to prepare yourselves for greater storms to come.
ooc written: Eiirwen
photo credit: Blanche Fralto