Smoke In The Trees (Open)
It was the twilight hours, twin moons peaked high overhead. There was a hum in the air that brought with it a need to move, to roam. Trolls holed up in their hives would feel it too. A restless feeling that was spread across the city and touched the woods on the outer lawnrings.
Tonight, those who wandered close to forests felt a sense of dread and unease. A cold chill seems to emanate from the ground and something moves between the breaks in the trees. Focusing too hard on it would only cause the figure to dissipate.
There's a long, bellowing wail of something otherworldly. The sounds sorrowful. A mournful cry that makes the air ripple. Black smoke would occasionally ride from the tree tops. It was thick, choking and lingered longer than one would consider normal.
Trolls would whisper about the haunting sound. "It's the baying of a hound. A beast that was just another nuance and would be cleared away eventually by something bigger, nastier." Chalking up the stories of disappearances and corpses as just the usual scuffle and highblood rage. But tonight it felt like the chill widened it's range. Creeping into warm hives and clawing out of the shadows.
Another long howl shakes the trees and welcomes anyone brave enough to investigate.
