Into the fog

Take Downs

(Quinn roughly pushes Peter aside and marches into the fog before Peter could stand up and open his mouth in protest. If Quinn and Peter only knew that, that conversation would be their lats they would have chosen better things to say instead of bickering. If they only knew...)

"Hmph! Well that was rude. I can't believe she's stupid enough to just blindly run into the fog! But..No,she was rude. Then again it is my fault that her cousins are in this fog...No,no,no,no! I won't help her anymore. Well.. NO I won't. I only agreed to help her get to the fog to find her cousins, not help her in the fog!But... -Peter

(The hobgoblin was so busy arguing with himself, that he didn't sense the other creature until it was too late. The attacks was over in seconds.)

That's one down three more to go.-Unknown

Meanwhile Quinn continued to stumble through the thick, choking fog. There was no more screams or any noise for the matter. But its not like it mattered because all Quinn was thinking was reaching her cousins. She was completely unaware of what was going on around her. Which was a big mistake. A huge mistake. When your in the fog you should always, ALWAYS pay attention to your surroundings. After all Peter didn't pay attention and look what happened to him.

"This shouldn't be happening. Are they okay? Please let them be okay. Omg this isn't real. This can't be happening! This shouldn't be happening" mumbled Quinn. This...ouch! Quinn had tripped and fell into a hole. Or she thought it was a hole. If you were looking from the trees like many were you could tell it wasn't a hole, but a giant foot print. The creatures watched with amusement and impatiences as Quinn tried to pull herself out of the giant foot print.

After many minutes of struggling, Quinn manage to haul herself out of the giant footprint. Escaping the footprint didn't come without a tool. Quinn was tired, bruised, cranky, and extremely sore. Which means she was in no shape or mood to fight off anything that was to come her way.

This was exactly what the creatures in the trees were waiting for. In one swift movement the creatures came down on Quinn in a giant wave. Quinn barely had time to react before the first of the creatures touch down on the floor.

AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! screamed Quinn. "So this is it? This is the end? Really?! And its all because of my stupid cousins deciding that they have to be the one to rescue the family name. Or did it start way before that? Yes it all started one that icky day when Grampy Shoomer was rescued out of these very same forest. But the forest back then wasn't like this. No it was actually very beautiful. But Grampy Shoomer didn't come out the same way he entered. He came back with a very ancient, crumbling diary. Ever since he brought that mysterious diary things gone downhill, and fast. They lost everything, the family name tarnished. But somehow Alyk and Peter managed to get a clue on how to save the family name. Once they found out, they were obsessed with setting the record straight. And look where it got us, ME. I'm about to die just because they couldn't let the family name go"Quinn thought bitterly.