By now the sun was hanging just above the horizon casting a orange carpet of light upon Josh's tent.
leaves were torn off the trees by the Autumn breeze.
ashes fell from the fire and onto the forest floor "Josh, why are we here?"
said Ben while carelessly equipping his wrist guards, tearing of loose skin during the process
"because the masquerade is tonight and were halfway there," he replied searching in the fresh mud for his reiper
"ben get your helm plate on and we must travel!" he exclaimed thrusting his hand forward pointing further into the woods.

their feet clinked over the mossy, overgrown stone path small rocks were launched from beneath their feet, as they trudged through the boggy wilderness.
A small cabin appeared between two trees; its wood roof seemed decayed with decades of mold.
the door hung limply by two hinges and it seemed to open itself
"what's that?" Ben asked him,
"That would be, a house? he replied puzzled. A force pulled his ankle, forcing him to lunge forward over an ominous line of stones, he ripped his reiper out its shief and wondered back to ben. A low voice called for josh, Josh readied his stance, glancing at Ben symbolizing "head out,"
Josh treaded lightly, only barely crunching leaves under his feet. Then, he cautiosly placed his right foot on the step leading to the centruy old port folio; He reached his hand out to grab the pole that held the rotten roof in place, his hand tightened round it. Heavey creaks filled the chilly air, the pole splintered and cracked the roof came tumbiling down splitting into pieces.

Josh sprinted, damaging the floor even more, and leaped over the railing balling up mid air and rolling oveer the wet forest floor.

The entire porch came crashing down making birds flee from their nests nearby. beyond the wreckage was a second cabin tucked away behind foliage.