<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/>Jord shivered as they road past vague shapes off of the road, the fog hinted at a herd of deer reduced to bones, but still standing, staring with red points of light.<br/><br/>"This is a foul mist indeed," he whispered, holding his spear at the ready, but none of the animals seemed inclined to do more than watch them.<br/><br/>After many hours. a small tributary of The Rolling River could be heard up ahead.  Through the swirls of the ebon mist, they could make out a white stone bidge across this river's length.