Under the embrace of Duke of Neoprate's vast expanse, in the region of Thessaly, straddling the river Lithaios was a growing and bustling city ruled by an Earl.
Trikala.
When the sun stood firm over the skies of Trikala, heat would make each person and their neighbor fan each other and when the moon came crawling up both the neighbor and the person would have to light up a small flame for comfort.
Though it varied largely, rare were days of snow or sand in the city of Trikala. Rarer yet was a significant pile of snow.
So when the city was faced with days of hail and chilly breaths and the surface of the river and its grand bridge filled with mist and fog, came a horror the people expected not.
A murderer of the mist.
People had taken to sticking indoors, light men were too afraid to burn up the wicks of the lamps on the streets.
In just two weeks, five people had been murdered.
