31 Winter 520 N & A Challenge Day 1 For a moment Crylon was caught in the twilight state of partly asleep and partly awake. Not quite asleep, where his unconscious mind was in control, but not so awake that he was aware and thinking fully. He rested as such for a time, until he felt a pressure on his bladder. His comfort was slowly outweighed by this pressure, and he slipped into a state of awareness of being more and more awake. Finally he was awake enough to notice the odd feelings on his back. The tickle of something, grass, and dirt, Which was odd, seeing as he had gone to sleep in his own bed... Jerking upward Crylon opened his eyes, realizing something was wrong. This was confirmed by what he saw, not a building but trees and dirt and grass and such things. Standing he looked around, examining his surroundings, but did not see anything to draw his immediate interest. No buildings, no people, nothing obvious. Had he been nabbed in his sleep and dropped in the woods somewhere? But then why had he not waken? How long had he been asleep? Making a full circle where he stood Crylon checked, but did not see any signs of civilization. And then he did notice something, a change of color against a background, something not of the trees and things around it. A burlap sack or bag of sorts hanging from a branch of a tree right next to him. He had not noticed it at first since it had been above him a bit and he had focused his gaze for buildings and things at ground level. A sudden gust of wind blew through the trees, ruffling the leaves, which brought Crylon's awareness to another thing. He was naked. No shoes, pants, shirt, vest, nothing. Which meant... Crylon tried to reason... Someone had taken him from his bed, stripped him, and dropped him as such in the middle of some woods. Considering this Crylon grabbed the nearby bag and opened it, hoping to find a letter or something inside that would explain his situation. Instead Crylon found only a few things which did not explain much of anything. Some flint and steel, good for starting a fire. A well worn cotton cloak, which meant he had something to wear but which did not seem of immediate use. After all he was not too cold, and the forest seemed temperate enough. For some odd reason Crylon did not know there was a metal object within, with a broken off end at one extremity. It took Crylon a moment to realize it had been some kind of weapon, a small sword of some kind, but that was now broken and without a point. Pointless, in the literal sense. There was also a leather waterskin, empty, which would be a place to store water if he found some but like the other things not of immediate use. The waterskin however reminded Crylon of an urgent need, and setting the bag down took a few paces away and beside the tree to release the urgent pressure on his bladder. That done Crylon returned, going through bag again. Something to start a fire. Something to hold water. A broken weapon. Something to cover himself with. And then he found something of much more import, hidden before beneath the cloak until he took that item from the sack. A map! With excitement Crylon began to examine the piece of writing in hopes of making something out. WC: 584 |