Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170816160602

Swallowed in the vortex, Jeiel and the stranger in white both travel through a path of black and blue, looking more like a fall. THe sensation of gravity weighting upon Jeiel, the lack of a solid foundation uner his feet, the wind sliding off his face. NO doubt about it, this shove turned to a fall,

Whatever light was around slowly died down, as the cavern they fell within was gradually encroached by the darkness. At last, after a while, the were falling in complete oblivion. Screaming would do him no good here.

The fall accelerates, something he could feel even with his sense blotted out by the abyss, forcing all of it to notice the small light under their feet. Said light gets larger and larger. And closer.

They were falling straight for it.

Jeiel's feet pass through it. Then his knees. His chest. His shoulders. His head. He falls in a pack of snow, surrounded by trees who had no leaves.