Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140121230830/@comment-24449631-20140125142326

The Inner Sea was completely shrouded in fog and dangerous to traverse. Rocks might appear out of nowhere and destroy the boat, so it was a matter of luck really. The wood of the boat moaned under the strain of the water. It hadn’t been used for a very long time.

The smell of ash filled the air. More so than the salty smell you’d usually have on seas. How odd.

It was then that it dawned to Felund. Without saying anything he stuck out his hand in the air like a beggar and held it there for 10 seconds.

He then smelled his own hand.

"Shor’s Bones… This is not a fog. It’s ash!"