A light rain had begun to fall, it's soft patter disturbing the otherwise silent jungle. Waves could not be heard in the distance, but the ocean was near. Everything was deathly still, save that soft pitter of the rain dodging its way past the leaves in a desperate attempt to meet the ground.
Illaeh was sleeping. After her unfortunate shipwreck, she tried to gather where she was, take recon as her instincts told her to, but in the omnipresent mist and the shroud of night, she could see nothing. She resolved to crawl under some debris and sleep through the night. It was a restless sleep.
The things that live on the island stirred when her ship crashed, and they howled and wailed and crept through the night. Illaeh was haunted by those noises and her nightmares for the duration of her all too brief rest.
The patter of rain on the boards of debris stretched out above her caused Illaeh to finally stir. She ached, her armor was either torn or smashed. She knew it wouldn't do her any good. She reached down for her daggers, when her hand met her hip, she panicked. Without her blades, what was she?
She didn't dwell on it long, she knew she shouldn't stay put, and had to get this armor off. She removed her shoulders first, cracked and bent, they were constricting her shoulders and annoying her. Then her hat, earned from valorous service to the Shado-Pan who she respected greatly, was broken in half. She could, and did, keep the shawl, it would keep bugs off most of her face and neck. Next her gloves and belt had to go, they were torn to shreds, useless anyways. After the removal of her destroyed gear, she left her hovel.
She was greeted by something more upsetting and terrifying than she had hoped; nothing. The mist, ever-present, shrouded the world, leaving her feeling alone and terrified. She knew fear would do her no good.
"Steel yourself. You can't afford to make a mistake right now. A mistake is death. You've been in worse than this, just look for someone, or something. You can make it out." She assured herself.
She walked. She had no idea which direction, but the way was mostly clear of shrubs and debris, so she kept walking. It was easy walking, some roots here and there, but mostly soft, flat earth. Her boots were too noisy, so she took those off too.
The she stepped on her former captain, dead, ripped open and completely hollow. It had been one night, but already he swarmed with flies.
How did I not smell that? It's the mist, it dulls everything. Curse it all! She thought.
Illaeh didn't linger. She needed food, water, shelter, and a weapon. She didn't know which to find first, so she climbed the nearest tree, to sit and thing.
"I'm going to die here." She mumbled.