[ when they draw near enough to the fog line to plant the sticks, they'd each feel a chill of dread creep up their spine as they found themselves sensing the cold radiating off from the mist. for all the times in their lives that they've walked through fog, they would find this particularly surreal - as it doesn't move away in front of them, but rather sits there firmly in place, almost like a wall.
aurelius and willow spool up the machinery, and soft red lights flicker up at the tops of each pole. numbers began flashing across the readout, and there's a soft beeping noise intermittently as it transmits all the data it's picking up instantly back to knights hq. willow is able to interpret the data more or less as it scrolls by, enough to recognize that something is very, very weird here. this is something some very powerful magic, enough to be pretty much throwing off the machine, going beyond what it's capable of registering. ]
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aurelius and willow spool up the machinery, and soft red lights flicker up at the tops of each pole. numbers began flashing across the readout, and there's a soft beeping noise intermittently as it transmits all the data it's picking up instantly back to knights hq. willow is able to interpret the data more or less as it scrolls by, enough to recognize that something is very, very weird here. this is something some very powerful magic, enough to be pretty much throwing off the machine, going beyond what it's capable of registering. ]