Sep 16 2020, 03:47 PM
The skies of Fornax were quickly growing overcast: a thick fog gathering, a chill grasping the air. Those familiar with the cave would have recognized a storm rolling in; forming of the compressed atmosphere, of the moisture and the false seas.
The vast body of water began to surge with the downbursts of air, great breakers sweeping in a dark, dull grey-green heave toward the shore.
It would be difficult to find a Redfang on the best of days: they lurked unseen, deep below the water, and they were rare. There were only a handful in all of Fornax. There were, of course, ways to spot them with magic, or to draw them out--but simply spying one wasn't to be. Carja would spot only the roiling, uneasy seas below, the fog thickening ominously.
The vast body of water began to surge with the downbursts of air, great breakers sweeping in a dark, dull grey-green heave toward the shore.
It would be difficult to find a Redfang on the best of days: they lurked unseen, deep below the water, and they were rare. There were only a handful in all of Fornax. There were, of course, ways to spot them with magic, or to draw them out--but simply spying one wasn't to be. Carja would spot only the roiling, uneasy seas below, the fog thickening ominously.
@Carja @Comet