Landebert stood on his balcony, overlooking his once beautiful city. It was now dirty, filled with waste and filth. Food was starting to become scarce. His wrinkled face turned to the encroaching darkness. It was faintly visible. It was likely two weeks off from hitting, maybe more. He was encouraging the Ebon Wings to spy inside of it as much as possible, to find a way to destroy it. He sighed softly, turning back into his office. It wouldn’t do any good to worry right now. He had to get the reports from the last week. Dressed in his daily robes, he armed himself with his dagger, and took stepped out. An elegant guard was standing outside at the ready. “Gerald, please come with me.” He spoke to the Royal Guardsman. He walked past many refugees that had taken shelter in the many bedrooms of his palace. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t using them, and he wasn’t planning on having any guests. His guards opened the large doors, and sunlight hit his face. Despite the darkness coming, today was quite pleasant. If he weren’t scared for he and his people, he’d likely be having a picnic with his family in the palace garden. The garden had been unattended to, and it had grown over with weeds and thorns. It was unfortunate, because he did so love the garden. He passed by, and made his way into the city, and to the barracks which were close to the palace. He entered, nodding at the soldiers who were inside. Now, to find some of the Generals… Gladhrien knocked another arrow on her bow, shooting the straw target in front of her. It was a perfect bullseye. She practiced every day. She went and gathered her arrows, putting them back in the quiver. She stepped away from her training area, going to get her rations for the day. She wasn’t too upset about the lack of food, as she had already been training herself to resist hunger. However, she knew the food wouldn’t last forever, so she took less than her share. She ended up with a loaf of bread, a few potatoes, some radishes, and a quarter wheel of cheese. That would last her a couple days at least. She took it back to her small home. It wasn’t large enough to open to anyone else, so lived on her own. It was a three room dwelling, a bedroom, kitchen, and the privy. It was tight, but she managed. She placed her food in the cupboards, taking some bread and cheese for her breakfast. She would likely cook a potato to halve for her lunch and dinner. Radishes cut up on top made for a rather tasty meal. But for now, a slice of bread and a small portion of cheese would fill her. She wanted to keep some food available for when she went outside of the walls. She never went anywhere outside the city without food. After eating, she took her bow and arrows, and left her home. She had to get to the barracks for orders. She would likely be doing some menial task again today. She didn’t mind too much, but keeping refugees from killing each other got a little boring sometimes. Especially when she and the other Wardens were supposed to be Elite soldiers against the oncoming storm. She sighed to herself. What could she do? Absolutely nothing. Once she learned more about the fog, she could report, but she only knew minimal amounts. Like it was impossible to see far when inside. Ysolde awoke from her sleep in the small room given to her. She wasn’t used to the dingy room. Not only that, she had to share the dingy room. There were six bedrolls squished inside. She didn’t even get a full bed. So was the life of a member of the Militia, apparently. She groaned, her back cracking. She made her way to a small wash basin. She looked into the grimy water, and sighed. They were lucky they had her. She held her hand over it, and absorbed the water into her hand, creating an orb of liquid. All that was left was the dirt particles in the basin. She dumped that out, and put the water back. Almost completely clear. There were some things she wasn’t able to separate, but it was better than before. She splashed her face once, patting it dry with a nearby cloth, and made her way out. Outside, there was a small pond that she had created for her familiar. It leaped from the water, alighting on the surface. She gestured for it to come up, and it flew to her shoulder. She had named it Nirva, though it rarely responded to that. She made her way to the barracks, which was not far from where she slept. She was likely a tiny bit late, but she figured that would be fine. They weren’t in any danger today anyway. Well, not immediate. They were always in danger at this point. She opened the door, gasping a bit at seeing the king there. She skirted around him, bowing slightly. “Your majesty.” She greeted, making her way deeper into the barracks. She needed orders of some sort. She was hoping Captain Cydai would have something for her. “Another day, another death.” Rhistel muttered to himself, finishing off a mug of ale from a barrel he was keeping for special occasions. Like today, because he wanted some. He was dressed, and went downstairs. He slept in the barracks, because why not? Easy to get to, just enough space for him, and he had some pretty decent things considering he was general. He ran a hand through his hair, and looked up, seeing the king. He bowed elegantly. “Sire.” He greeted. “How can I be of service?” He looked around, seeming to be the only commanding officer in the vicinity. “General Duirsar, good morning.” Landebert smiled, though obviously a bit forced. The stress was wearing on him, and Rhis understood completely. He wasn’t offended. “I was just wondering about your past week’s report.” Rhis nodded. “We were successful in scouting around the fog. It seems the creatures do not come outside, as there could be some seen, but none came out. The Ebon Wings went inside, but I do not know of their report.” Rhis wasn’t fond of the fog. It was interesting at best, and catastrophic at worst. The creatures that they could see were the most horrible things he had seen. The Ebon Wings explained them to him, but he himself never went inside. He didn’t dare enter, he didn’t know how to fight them. He didn’t even know if they could be affected by magic. And he didn’t feel like finding out the hard way either. He’d have to wait until he could enter with the two other squads. He did want to know, but he wasn’t about to die. Yet. He felt that there was no hope for them, but he’d still fight. He had things he wanted to do yet, and no fog was going to stop him.