"Well, better get moving."
With that Jordan headed into the settlement. As he took his first steps into the city, the fog climbed up to Jordan's knees. Everything looked dead to him, the homes in disrepair and the devoid of life. Shivers crept up his spine, but he showed no fear on his face. He knew this place wasn't abandoned, there was something here. Something lurking among the fog. The sky grew darker the farther into the city the two of them went, an unnatural shade covered this place. The destination was the large building in the center of the city, which appeared to be some sort of temple.
A sound echoed throughout the streets of the city, a rustling noise coming from all directions. Jordan paused and drew his second glaive.
"Something is coming." He said quietly.
There was silence, the only thing Jordan could hear was his breathing. Something was coming, but with this fog it was impossible to see too far ahead. The fog needed to go. Jordan took his glaive and began spinning it over his head. At first, he looked like he was doing something foolish, but there was a method to his madness. He was creating a breeze that blew away from him and Leo, pushing the fog further away. The breeze slowly grew stronger, blowing the fog further back and revealing several rotting corpses laying on the ground. The sight of those bodies made Jordan falter, dropping his polearm weapon on the ground. He quickly picked it up, but still remained in shock from the sight. The fog was slowly creeping back and with it, the forsaken people of this place. They wore archaic leather hides as clothing and had tribal marking on their bodies. Their skin color was darker than Jordan or Leo. And much like the other locals of this place, they had eyes of an unnatural black and horns protruding from their heads.
There were men, women and children marching on the two of them, each and everyone of them fueled by their desire to kill the intruders.
Edited by JRPomazon, 21 February 2009 - 01:34 PM.