Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161113003142/@comment-26444332-20161123011744

As they near the city, they notice that all the people are tinged blue, like they have been frost-bitten. Also, all seem to be moving extremely slowly, to the point where to move an inch would take an hour.

'This dimension overlaps slightly with our world, but it moves at a different pace,' Avrel says as they run. 'We can't stay in here long. We'll freeze to death.'

And indeed, the world itself feels as if they are standing on the evernight tundras of the far north, beyond Dúlinn, where the sun only rises half the year. Clothes avail nothing; the chill comes from within, as if their bones have turned to ice and begun to spread the cold outward.

A distant roar echoes.

'I... don't think we want to know what that is,' Avrel murmurs. 'Increase your rate of movement, please.'