Wheel of Time MUD

The silvery white mist swirls coldly around anyone who dares to set foot in it, its eddies and turbulence moving slowly as if alive. The mist accumulates in the dips and hollows of the land, forming pools that light up in the full moon. An owl hoots, its call echoing ominously. A spider weaves its glistening web, droplets collecting on the threads. Deep in the earth, something stirs...

This weekend, there will be a group oriented Halloween quest. No lone wolves, lone wolves aren't going to make it. Bring friends. Friends are yum.