Ranger Hall, the River Lands |
Slipping through the shadows, they notice the mists starting to rise. The male shakes his head then beckons to his sisters, motioning them on as he finds the trail going into the center of the mists that are ever thickening. Following the trail they eventually lose sight of the trail, wondering where the mist comes from as they look around, trying to find their bearing and the direction but unable to find the sun.
Hearing a sound he heads on further, his bow at the ready again; his eyes watching, his vigilance continuing to build, motioning his sisters after him, something almost like a sixth sense, his eyes and ears open for even the slightest sound before he finally steps out of the mists. Looking back he finds no sign of the mists, finding himself and his sisters in a land that they don't recognize.
Setting off to seek out and find someone who can tell them where they are and about this strange land that they have found themselves in, to make a name for themselves in this land. - Alastair
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