Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=56176&page=20#191 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/12/2018 at 7:41 AM You come to a somewhat broken down building that the man had entered, and the door was closed. However, you could hear the faint whisps of conversation coming from inside. My Lord... ... help them ... murder

Murder? Micahs eyes widened. That could not be good. He tried to quietly press his ear to the door to see if he could here more of what they were discussing. If it was something bad, which it probably was, he could find the local police, or whatever law service they had in this strange place.

Cheshire blinked an eye open and glared at you before hopping onto your shoulder and flopping down, falling sleep again. You try to open the very heavy mahogany door but fail, because, one, there is no doorknob, and two, because it is too heavy for you to push or pull open.

Run my hands along the wall and search for any levers. I glance around the room, scanning the walls and floor with my eyes. Theres a chance there could be a secret exit.

You turn around and smack into an animal's face. It was a jaguar. A very big one, and it snarled and then roared, it's hot stinky breath washing over you. It probably wasn't very happy about you smacking your face into its face.

You mange to make your way out of the market square and into a side street. This street was filled with shops that sold books or paper or pens. There were still a lot of people on this street, and still many people turned to cast you suspicious glances.

There was nothing of interest in the hallway (or maybe there was... but observation isn't high enough) and just the door. The door was the same colour as the one you'd just come through, a deep mahogany colour. There was a silver doorknob on the left side, and the door itself looked smaller and more new than the previous one.

You press up against the door and it freaks a bit. Whoever was talking inside suddenly froze, then somebody said,
"... was wind."
There was some huffing and a sigh, and the other person continued on.
"... help ... them... murder many more... stop."

As you ran your hand over the wall, you feel a piece of stone was jutting out of the wall, unlike the other stones in the room. As you observed it more closely, you discover it was around your eye height and it looked a bit more smooth than the other stones in the wall.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=56176&page=22#214 Author: Aphelion Time Posted: 1/13/2018 at 6:52 PM You mange to make your way out of the market square and into a side street. This street was filled with shops that sold books or paper or pens. There were still a lot of people on this street, and still many people turned to cast you suspicious glances.

I glance at them, paying sharp attention. What else can I do to fit in? I think, wondering why they keep glaring at me. I tuck my jacket closer while leaving Art room to breathe. Imma just... find some way to get out of here safely and successfully.

(Art isn't with you)

You still drew even more attention to yourself as you strode down the street. The people here looked the same as you, but they could somehow sense you were an outsider. Before you could go on any further, someone or something grabbed your arm and you were jerked to a stop.

As you ran your hand over the wall, you feel a piece of stone was jutting out of the wall, unlike the other stones in the room. As you observed it more closely, you discover it was around your eye height and it looked a bit more smooth than the other stones in the wall.

I slowly press down on it. If that doesn't work I pull it. Once i do that I look at the door, wondering if it's open