Outlook Appears Foggy

I believe I have mentioned before my observation skills are poor.  I've also mentioned how I frequently find myself in situations that I could have probably understood a bit better if I took a minute to assess things? Yeah Finley Island was no exception here.  Remember how I mentioned the fog? Well hours after sunshine should have burned it off it remained.  In fact if anything it got denser as the day went on. Along with the fog came whispers.  Not loud ones, but I know I heard things out there (and not just me going crazy, I know crazy this wasn't me gonig crazy.

I wanted to read the journal of the former dockmaster but I was struck with such a malaise any simple action was difficult to do.  I barely drug my trunk into the office and scrolled some sigils on the entry ways when I felt the overwhelming desire to take a nap. I wrote it off as having worked hard already and when I woke up the fog would be clear and I could explore.  But when I woke hours later the fog was still hanging around and I was still tired like I hadn't slept at all. I wondered if I was getting sick, if that's what had happened on Finley that some super illness had spread and killed everyone off, but I didn't feel sick, just tired.  And it wasn't like the Fog was natural or any illness I'd ever heard of involved some kind of fog.

No it was certainly unnatural. Fog is one of the easiest illusions to use against an enemy (well easy in that if you can actually conjure it), it especially works because idiots like myself will just assume its naturally occuring until its way too late to do anything. I felt my eyes drifting again when I heard a crash at the front door of the office and a pained scream as my sigils destroyed whatever tried to enter (the danger of ritual magic, it doesn't really discriminate friend from foe).  I sluggishly approached the corpse to find nothing there.  Like the door was open, the wood near where my sigil was scrolled was blackened from its use, but whatever had been destroyed by the magic was gone.  Like it had never existed in the first place.

I shut the door and worked a bit more magic around the frame, stronger this time since I now knew whatever was out there would try and get in. Looking out the window into the fog I could see shapes in it now, passing glimpses, but they were definately there.  And still the tiredness remained, it took all of my will to stand and watch the fog for what may be trying to eat me.  With my heart thumping in my chest I mouthed out "Shit." It was going to be a long day/night whatever the hell time it was.