February 15th 1910
Silver Wind, Fordorsia
The large steel gate opened with a heavy grinding sound. A lone figure stepped through and briefly took in his surroundings. A gleaming sabre and service revolver hung loosely from underneath his long brown trench coat as he carefully looked over the several soldiers going about their business at the bottom of the staircase.
“Sentry, report!” Called Commissar Maximilian Barrette to one of the two sentries atop the gate leading to The Waste as he made his way down the steps from the city.
“No hostile activity to speak of, sir!” The sentry called back. “Although, I can’t say I like the look of how that fog’s getting.”
“Fog?” Questioned Barrette. “The same from the Forbidden Zone?”
The Forbidden Zone was a restricted island of the Fordorsian island cluster that was cloaked in a dark, seemingly unnatural fog. Access was strictly forbidden after many expeditions into the area resulted in only the disappearance of those willing to enter. Being cut off from the rest of the island from water, the only way to reach it was by boat. It is assumed by many that devilish creatures snatched the explorers silently, before dragging their whole vessels beneath the waves, as no remains have ever been recovered from the expeditions.
“The very same, sir!” The sentry replied. “You may want to see this for yourself. I’ve never seen it this dark and…” The sentry paused.
“Well?” Barrette asked as he climbed the ladder to the top of the wall to join the sentry. “Dark and what?”
“Alive, sir.” The sentry replied, with his binoculars still pointed to the east. “It looks to me that the fog itself is living”.
“Ha, bollocks!” Exclaimed the Commissar as he snatched the binoculars from the sentry before looking through them into The Waste.
It was not call The Waste for nothing. It’s barren landscape is home to no plants or animals, and lacks any real natural features. It’s brown plains drag on for many miles and it’s only known inhabitants are known as “Wasters”, Sub-Human creatures that lack any real intelligence or, from what researchers can gather, goals. When they attack the gate leading to Silver Wind, Fordorsia’s capital city, they do not seem to attack strategically. Instead, they seem to attack just because they have nothing better to do. Nearly nothing is known about these “Wasters” apart from their primitive behaviour and equally primitive minds. Efforts to travel further into The Waste are stopped by sudden snow storms and the fact that Fordorsia lacks any real ability to travel any distance into unknown territory.
Coming from over the horizon, Barrette could clearly see the dense black fog. Despite his previous thoughts, he could not disagree with the sentry about the way it appeared to move with the wind as it had a mind of it’s own. He had seen the fog many times before. He had even seen it relatively up close from a vessel during a routine patrol of the Fordorsian coastline. This was definitely out of the ordinary.
“Well.” The Commissar said after a few moments of viewing the fog. “I don’t like the look of this.” He handed the binoculars back to the sentry before beginning to climb down the ladder.
“Your orders, sir?” The sentry asked as Barrette held himself on the top step of the ladder.
“Carry on.” Barrette replied. “You’ll be relieved before nightfall. I’ll be putting extra patrols in the surrounding hills during the night just in case, so look before you bloody shoot.”
The Commissar inspected the large wooden and steel gate after he reached the bottom of the ladder. His steely eyes scanned it thoroughly, looking for any possible weak point. He was satisfied. Although these Wasters tended to climb over the walls as they most likely do not know what a gate is. Finished with his inspection, Barrette made his way up the steps to the main city gate to carry on with his duty.