★ Sticky Tar Pits [Intellect event]

Ashiel had moved back into Boreas to see if he could feel a difference in the spirit of the land. How far did the Abraxas have to conquer to be successful? Would one continent be enough or were they truly expected to cover the whole of the earth? Griff, his kite companion, was off in search of answers, praying at a holy spot for guidance while Ashiel continued toward their designated meeting place. However, along the way he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere only to find himself in a place riddled with tar pits. As if that wasn't enough a thick fog had moved in leaving him stranded. Ashiel growled to himself. He was not his mother. He had no great gift at navigation and he had no idea how long the fog would linger. One thing was for certain though, even if Griff began to wonder what was keeping Ashiel and came to look for him how would the bird ever find him in this fog?