User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-7562999-20160330044630

Goldenheart sips the last of her coffee and sighs. "I need a short nap. I'm still a bit worn out."

She jumps off her stool and trots back to Glaive's old room. She flops down on the bed, but before she closes her eyes, something flickers in her peripheral vision. She sits up in her bed and her knife leaves it's sheath and is flicked open. "Who is there?"

To her terror, something responds. "Cracks...Cracks..."

White mist coils around Goldenheart's hooves. "What the hell...?"

The white clouds begin to physically tug at Goldenheart. She slashes at one, but the knife passes cleanly through the tendril without any effect. The mist yanks Goldenheart's hooves out from under her and Goldenheart falls to the floor with a crash. She shakes off her drowsiness, but not before a loud snap is heard...Goldenheart's blurred vision finally clears and...She's not where she is supposed to be. She is in a marsh...A marsh that radiates with a strange aura. The white mist creature stands opposite of Goldenheart. "Cracks...Beware of cracks."

GH: "What are you talking about!?"

The mist monster does not respond. Instead, actual cracks begin to form in the earth, snaking towards Goldenheart. Goldenheart leaps over and around these fissures and bull rushes the mist. She slashes, but the mist is already gone. The ground around Goldenheart rumbles...Something is most certainly amiss here...