The Mists

The Mists that pour out from behind Blue Hill Mountain blanket the town and moor in a thick blanket every couple weeks. The strange part is that whatever become blanketed in the fog changes. Ever so slightly; the fabric of reality shifts to the whims of the God Machine.

Pentacle Mages within Blue Hill have their work cut out for them. The strange nature of the town and surrounding moor present a unique challenge. Coming to understand the present phenomenon may be an important factor in just basic prosperity for the town’s denizens.

The Mists

Blue Hill Hollow AaronKarrick