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-Room #5- After tidying things the way you like and making yourself comfortable, you cozy up in your bed and sigh a deep breath of relief. -You're able to sleep, would you like to?-
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-Room #5- You close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.... As your eyes open again, you realize with a fright that you're in the Rotten Forest! You look around for a way put for a moment, before you see a small blue light that you find yourself drawn to... You're in the Savannah now... the bright ground making you squint against it. But the blue light still calls you. In a small hole at your feet. It's an egg! You hold the massive egg in your hands for a moment... before you jolt awake again! You realize a few hours have passed and you wonder what the dream could mean Edited at June 24, 2024 12:05 AM by Sunset Ghosts
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-:Room #5:- - After such an odd dream Zyyrith made her bed again, tucking in the covers to be neat and folding an extra blanket at the foot of the bed. - -:Torka's Inn:- She shut the door behind them and went to Torka. "Is there a desert here? By any chance?" She wrote on the notepad.
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Torka looked up at the notepad and tilted her head. "Theres no desert that i know of... but the Rotten Savannah is usually just past the Rotten Forest." She explained, before giving you a confused look. "Why?"
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She wrote: "Just an odd dream." Zyyrith shrugged it off, mostly.
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Evan scanned the inn with his good eye, finding it emptier than he would've thought but relieved at the peace and quiet nonetheless. He approached the wall of posters, examining it and noting the various townsfolk for a long while. Then, "Glowmire." He said it slowly, as if tasting the word. "Why Glowmire?"
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Zyyrith squeaked- she didn't notice the coyote. She scribbled something in their notebook before to the same warm, well-lit spot to figure out what to do.
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Torka looks up at the two of ypu and smiles. Shrugging her shoulders. "They say the founder of Glowmire stepped foot here, and it was the first time the glow of the mushrooms didn't sicken him, because they weren't trying to kill him." She explained
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"Hmm" Evan flexed his left paw, suddenly self-conscious about the orange fungus wiggling between his toes as he moved. Despite all the time he had spent wandering through the infested woods before finding the town, he hadn't stopped to consider the similarities between them and his own... condition. But there was something different about these trees, this forest. The fungus here felt strange and foreign, nothing like his. And far more sinister. "Why stay?" He asked, though he could already hazard a guess. Between the stench of death, the rotting trees, and likely droves of dangerous creatures lurking in the dark, he had a feeling no one would be found unless they wanted to.
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