Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-25126355-20160811214039

Anariel decided to begin writing letters to family members, considering news of hr condition was already spreading through the city and would soon be known to one all throughout Aldmeris. Specifically, she wrote to her mother's family in Carcava and to Varla-Nal's mother's family, in Bellarchen.

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Celemiaira and the group began talking to various merchants and peddlers around the market, their questions constructed so, that it would seem the locals were the ones bringing up rumors of strange things in the forest. However, the accounts of what exactly was so strange, varied greatly from Aldmer to Aldmer. At least, until they came and spoke to the monk of an abbey not too far from the town.

"Four young ones, a blacksmiths apprentice, a barmaid, a pickpocket and the innkeeper's son, have all gone missing in those woods. Some have said they can hear whispering through the wind, when they venture there at night. And the fog seems to be be growing..." The old Aldmer said.

"Fog? What's so odd about a fog?" Celemaira asked, somewhat confused.

"Nothing. Only, it seems that this fog never leaves. We can have a few weeks without rain, but it's still there. There is something unholy about those woods. I wouldn't stay too long travelers, least you too disappear into the darkness of the night." The old elf warned, before continuing on his journey to the abbey.

"How... odd. But I think that warrants a trip to the inn, no?" Cele asked, looking at her companions.