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On the northen edge of the clearing on the west side of the village, there small, deer-path, that leads off into the jungle. It appears wholly unremarkable, and barely even qualifies as a path - tangled with roots and vines, as well as footholes.

By night, however, this path is illuminated by small red lights every ten feet. The lights are bright enough to illuminate the path, helping travelers avoid footsnags on roots or vines, but at the same time manages to kill any night visision of islanders lucky enough to possess it.

The lights wind through the jungle for about a half a mile, until up ahead, you begin to make out a dim blue-white glow... Here's where the path leads.

The trees break into a small clearing, and after being in the thick jungle, this grove feels a little chillier as the wind stirs around you. By night, the blue-white light and the clearing make it very easy to see a small graveyard.

The headstones near the front are newer, of finely carved and smoothed granite and bearing names:



























Then, further back, there is a series of very old, very worn headstones. Most of them are decayed beyond recognition, but a few letters can be made out. Seldom enough to make out words, however.

A few headstones have dates that can be made out:
1890 and 1895 in particular


And even fewer have names, specifically:

Montgomery (last name illegible)

and... one tombstone is in the remarkably good condition compared to the other older ones. And unlike the other headstones, this one is much more elaborate, crafted of a finer stone, and with a carved winged dog perched on the top. It's set off from the others as well, on a small rise:





((This thread is a permanent RP location after the introduction of the location during the Halloween "Haunted Trail", located here: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=6373307 ))

The words weren't meant to be kind. They were meant to serve as a distraction and, with a bit of tweaking, to make her realize that her situation was not as unique and she seemed to believe it. "I'm not bein' mean," he assured her, voice softening somewhat as he offered a more genuine smile for her benefit now that he had gotten her attention. "But you're not th' only person on this island 'oo's lonely, Emelyn, an' you seem to've forgotten that."

He raised a brow, cocking his head to the side. "I 'ardly think that's relevant, Emelyn."

"Not once did I claim t' be lonely," he retorted, chuckling. "I merely pointed out that you quite clearly are, an' that no one's seemed t' notice that I 'aven't been in my duplex."

Thom nodded in reply, pleased that the conversation seemed to be safely away from the subject of those buried in the graves and Emelyn's momentary desire to join them. "Been managin' fairly well... Well enough, anyway. I'm a bit more...wayward than you were, I'd imagine. I sleep in th' trees unless it rains, an' eat whatever I catch when I catch it. It's not terribly difficult..." He trailed off, shrugging. "Th' cobra prefers it. But rain's murder."

"Trees are easy t' climb." Pausing, Thom glanced pointedly down to his cane and stub leg. "Mountains are not."

"I appreciate the offer, but I move around too often t' lug it about with me, I b'lieve. I wouldn't rule out fish," he added after a moment, mulling over the idea. "I 'aven't tried catchin' any yet. Lizards are easier."

He paused, grimacing at the images his own words summoned, then climbed to his feet with the aid of his cane, turning to offer Em a hand up and nod towards the path. "Whatsay we start back? I'm sure neither of us want to spend th' rest of th' night 'ere."

Thom had a tendancy to forget he was 'disabled'. Mind, it had changed a great deal of his life and habits; he couldn't play soccer anymore, couldn't run at all, couldn't manage half of the things that had occupied his time before his changes without a great deal of effort. But he could stand without the cane if need required it, and he could walk, if only slowly and over flat ground. He had as used to having one leg as anyone could, and was simply grateful that he was still standing on his own. He could manage just as well as the next person...for the most part.

He nodded his agreement at her fitting 'description' of the path, grimacing faintly at the idea of passing back through it. Mind, most of the scenes were bound to be done with... But there were some that would be disgusting regardless. He would rather not pass through the grove of skinned experiments if he could avoid it. "If I knew where we were, I'd suggest just takin' th' jungle... Can't be 'ard t' find th' duplexes, eh? Or will y' be returnin' to th' party?"