<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/ABCswWH.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 5.4.22 | June 10th, 1:15pm | Down River | <strong>Angel</strong>, <strong>Billie</strong>, <strong>Devina</strong>, <strong>Elle</strong>, <strong>John-James</strong>, <strong>Robin</strong></span><hr/>Even before the water surge between the kayak’s has had a chance to settle entirely, fog begins to roll in from the forest. It’s moving<em>quick</em>, like it has a purpose. And there’s no mistaking that it’s not natural because it’s flooding inward over the river from all directions, without being guided by the wind - in fact, it moves in spite of the wind. There are several calls for Sean to make a decision but no answers come. And the first person to turn around and look to see why will note that he and his cherry red kayak are gone. The fog behind them is dense and as tall as the trees, forming a solid white wall.<br/><br/>The music stops. Just<em>gone</em>. Eyes turned that way reveal that canoe gone. In fact, all of the canoes that do not belong to the five awakened individuals are gone. So are the shores, the wall creates a cylinder, about thirty feet wide from the center that covers entirely just the water. High above the sky can still be seen, the day beyond the fog seems entirely normal. That’s where the fog stops - it seems to swirl against an invisible barrier, and this ‘hole’ in the bank follows them as they move - they are perpetually unable to get to the edge of the fog.<br/><br/>More concerning is that even if they turn to where they<em>know</em>a shore should be, as they paddle that way they do so endlessly and never run into land.<br/><br/>Beneath the water the shadow stirs again. It seems bigger than the entire space uncovered by the fog. Large bubbles begin to rise - almost like the water is boiling, or something enormous is breathing - from beneath the surface and disrupt its flow. It seems impossible how deep the river is right now, and yet they are witnessing it first hand. The water swells all around them, all four boats are jostled and sent pushed in different directions. Then it emerges. From the water shooting nearly thirty feet above them, an impossibly large tentacle - suckers and all - wriggles in the air. Like a whip it roils up and then comes down with a tremendous slap, only ten feet from the side of Devina’s kayak. It hits the water with such force that waves push everyone around - nearly capsizing those closest to it.