<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>The hell hounds that roused them in the dead dark hours after midnight were not seen again by the time down chased the healthy mist off of the River of Shields away.  They could find paw prints scorched into the ground bellow, though.  A half a dozen of the infernal hounds had loped up and down along the river, then circled the tree in which they slept a few times, then gone tearing off back the way they'd came.<br/><br/>Jord fluttered down to observe the tracks, then the ebon mist looming across the river, then back at the tracks.  “This bodes ill,” he scowled, crouching by a print and leaning on his four foot long spear.  “The Ebon Mist with it's undead on one side of the river, fiends out of Hell itself on the other.  What are they doing here?”<br/><br/>The faela shrugged and looked over at the bridge.  “We can't let them delay us.  I have four magical talismans that I can use to deliver a message.  Each will only work once.  Should I report this to Polonius before we continue?”<br/><br/>He glanced at the bridge, pondering his arcane lore.  He chanted softly, forming warding signs with his hands.  Silvery light swirled up around his body, conformed to his contours, and vanished.  “I'm ready to brave the ebon mist.”<br/>