Through an incredibly thick bank of rolling fog,
you arrive upon the outskirts of a small village.

With the peal of bells sounding…
You have arrived just in time…
To witness everyone scrambling for shelter…
Or taking up arms and prepare for the worst…
and hear the slathering and gnashing sounds rise behind you!

Tenebrous Vym is a world bathed in a thick miasma of patchy fog. Only the strong live long enough to bear eye witness descriptions of what lies out there. Pockets of the world remain relatively clear of this accursed Fogge, but not for long. As the world is ever shifting and changing, so are the lives of those who live upon it.

If you live long enough to out pace the ever grasping clutches of The Fogge, you may possibly live long enough to explain what you were doing out there to all those angry and distrusting faces who saw you come out from it…

Tenebrous Vym

DM_Wuulfy