"All those who wander the deeps of the Northern Forests know, that when mist arrives amongst the trees, there in no shame in fleeing. Those few that have not tell tales of men flayed alive by great horrifying spirits that stalk the mist. A mage once told me that the mist entraps the souls of those it kills and by smothering them in its essence breeds more of its horrific feeders." Instinct: To replicate

• Creates a thick mist
• Anything killed by it are transformed into Mist Feeders