Fire Wisp

Field Report of Dalvik Martel We made contact with these beasties after several days of guard duty. They appeared out of nowhere, just forming out of the heat around us. It was kind of like watching a magician perform a trick, y'know? At one moment, there is nothing. Next thing you know, he has his hand on fire. This was like it, but the flame was alive and wanting a piece of our booty. The solid projectile weaponery we were told to carry didn't help one bit. If not for the help of the new guy, the silent one, we'd done for. He just raised his hand, mumbled something, and then the suckers were gone. Ehn questioned, he started telling everyone how these are called Wisps and that they appear only in the places of extreme evil. You know, the usual simple-minded speech. At least, in any other circumstance. Hard to deny the fact that without him, we'd be dead faster than we could say "oh". Other than that, it was a rather silent patrol, altogether uneventful, bar that encounter. It is still unnerving. This place, I mean. It's too silent. Like a sea before the storm.