Even as you fall, You can feel the change in atmosphere. You fall for minutes, seemingly never ending. You hit the ground... hard, but the soft grass makes your impact seem less painful. The mist had previously covered this place from view, but it was a haven. Warm, safe, and bright.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=62#611 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 5/30/2018 at 5:08 PM Even as you fall, You can feel the change in atmosphere. You fall for minutes, seemingly never ending. You hit the ground... hard, but the soft grass makes your impact seem less painful. The mist had previously covered this place from view, but it was a haven. Warm, safe, and bright.

I shout out "What is this place" as if I expect an answer.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=61#608 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 5/30/2018 at 4:38 PM They covered their tracks well, but there was one thing that was not accounted for. The dirt. On the leaves, there is a faint track of dirt, as though the leaves were turned up at one point. You look around the camp and notice that somethings were hidden as opposed to taken.

I uncover the hidden things

(np) you may continue but i might need an update of what happens

As you expect, no answer greets you. Only the gentle swish of the trees in the wind. Beyond that, there is no noise... just green grass and trees.

Among the hidden things is a small knife, some sticks, and a small cloth, what you assume is a blanket.

Quite honestly, I can not recall either! ><

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=62#616 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 5/31/2018 at 5:04 PM Among the hidden things is a small knife, some sticks, and a small cloth, what you assume is a blanket.

I collect all of the hidden things

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=49396&page=62#615 Author: Wfangel115 Time Posted: 5/31/2018 at 5:03 PM As you expect, no answer greets you. Only the gentle swish of the trees in the wind. Beyond that, there is no noise... just green grass and trees.

I slowly start to move towards the sweet smell of honeysuckle.

The vision never comes. "Let me help you find the door," he croaks out. He uses the mop, which seemed to appear out of thin air, as a cane. Using it to support his body weight. He starts hobbling out.

"Who are you?" I ask, hurrying after him