Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191023222228/@comment-5543592-20191023233515

Nyasia began to scream. Wordlessly, long and harrowing, wide eyes fixed on the empty fog in front of her in. The scream continued in one unending, unbroken note.

She dropped to her knees, staring straight ahead, screaming still, her voice raw.

"Highness!" Scaldor shouted, running towards her, and then the fog swallowed him.

Baldr and Clodagh quickly found themselves alone, as did most of the others. Nyasia's screaming carried through the fog, acoustics of the ravine making the screaming seem like it came from everyone and no where at once.

"Lady, I cannot see the others!" Cade said to Lysilde, whirling about in circles. The fog broke around his large form, but then quickly reconstituted itself. He froze, staring blankly at some point in front of him, sword half-lowered.

The sane, not hysterical part of her mind, Nyasia understood what this was. A fog of nightmares. Designed to show one what they feared most, deliver it to them, and then drive the fear home like a knife to the heart.