A rumor of Mist

[TheFarsight]

The solider turns. His entire face burnt, his flesh literally looking as if it had been fried, melted. He gasps, and unfolds a tale. The tale turning into rumors that now drift around Sundren.

"In the mist of a storm. They come."

[rustediron]

*Val flinches at the sight of the face*

[ipsissimus]

*runs to the Exigo Trading Post and informs the guards there to send word around the area to be on high alert, these attackers are no goblin skirmishers...they are much more dangerous and attack out of no where like lightning.*

"bring the wounded here...I'll see what I can do. You and you there help me with the others and send a messanger to the city of Sundren, the militia must know about this immediately."

*He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath...exhaling as his fist clenches the medallion in his hand from which he pulled from one of the ones that appear out of the mist.*

"...I'll be ready for you next time. Ready and waiting." (under his breath)