((Vensemont Greyvalle. Please move this to the Roraldi Forests.))Normally, the Roraldi Forests were a beautiful place, filled with lush vegetation as far as the eye could see. Hot springs peppered its vastness, flowers and fruits of all kinds filled what leaves and bark did not, amazing fauna skittered between the trees. It was a paradise, perfect for any vacation or a troll through the woods.
It was still beautiful, but now it, and the rest of the planet, were covered in this strange black mist. Nothing about this forebode well. And that was why Vensemont was here. The organization he worked with was hardly going to stand by and not study this phenomenon; who knew what effects it might have on the world?
The undead man had started on the edge of the forest earlier that morning, clad in his usual array of robes in varied shades of grey, with a matching scarf and and hood pulled over his head. It was useful for keeping his....condition, hidden. The only downfall was that his softly glowing yellow eyes could be seen, but many creatures in Evelon had strange, luminescent eyes. He pretended to be no different.