On Saturday, October 13, late evening, Volldai landed on the Misty Isle.

    He spent the night where he landed, making a small fire and calming his pet dragon.  The noises from within the forest began to spook the beast.
    "Easy now," Volldai said softly, in his best, soothing voice. Volldai never did have a taste for kindness, but he couldn't afford to lose his dragon.  It was his ticket home.  The two settled down for an uneasy night's sleep.
    In the morning Volldai awoke to find his pet dragon high in the branches of a nearby tree, obviously spooked by something.
    "Come down here, blast you!" Volldai demanded.  The frightened creature just stayed where it was, shaking.  "Stupid dragon.  Very well, but stay!  You hear me?  STAY!  I'm not going to be stuck on this bloody island if you fly away!  I will hunt you down!  AGAIN!"
    Volldai shook his head slowly and gathered up his weaponry.  The sun was already shining down upon him harshly, and the moisture of the surroundings weren't making things any more comfortable.  Just the way he liked it.
    He hiked all day, following a large valley that was engulfed by the forest.    Strange, he thought, there were no creatures to be seen.  No insects, no birds, nothing that he could spot.  Either there were no creatures here in this lush forest, or they were all wise to his presence.  Volldai voted for the second option.  As he made his way further and further into the valley, his weaponry and armor became heavier and heavier, something that was all too familiar for the battle hardened warrior.  Traveling under adverse conditions was not something that Volldai wasn't accustomed too.
    By night fall, Volldai had guessed he had traveled about half way into the peninsula, toward the mist.  Tomorrow, he thought, as he lit a fire, he would reach the mist.  Perhaps then he would find something to conquer.  So far, however, it was nothing but forest, and rather boring for the knight.  He had gathered some fruit from the forest along his journey, and now, with his boot knife, was dissecting them, moving them over the fire, smelling them, feeling them, testing to see if they were edible.  Most of them seemed safe enough, though tasted horrible.  Volldai chuckled softly to himself as he settled in for another night's sleep on the island.  "Just like mother used to make..."
    It was morning.  The third day on the island.  Volldai awoke to find one of his smaller knives missing.  It was of little consequence, he had three more on his person, but losing a weapon, even a small knife, was NOT something Volldai did, ever.  Someone had visited him, and looted him, during the night.  No matter, Volldai thought, "I'll rip it out of him when I meet him again."
    Volldai gathered up his equipment and journeyed onward, into the dense forest.  The farther and farther he walked, the slower and slower his progress became.  But he was not one to give up.  By mid day, he had found himself in a small clearing.  In the center stood a large, bush like tree.  It's leaves were huge, and surrounded the trunk like a skirt, making the whole tree look much like a large gumdrop.  Volldai slowly advanced to the odd looking plant, and lightly poked it with his sword.  The leaves softly swayed to the touch of the metal implement, and made soft rustle.
    Suddenly a huge vine shot out from behind the leaves and wrapped itself around Volldai's ankles.  The knight quickly slashed at it with his sword, severing it from the plant.  He pushed the wrapped vine off of his legs and watched it wiggle on the ground before him, dripping a purple colored liquid.  A second vine shot out from behind the leaves, but Volldai was ready this time.  He swung his sword left and right, dicing the vine into small slices.  Another vine shot out, and another, each dispatched quickly by the knight.
    Volldai quickly made his way to the edge of the clearing.  "I see why nothing grows near that thing," Volldai thought, "At least I know to avoid those things from now on."
    The sun began to set as Volldai slowly climbed up a tree to get a better look around.  As his head cleared the forest canopy, he could see the wall of mist not a half mile before him.  It looked extremely dense, and too think to see through.  Not even the sunlight from the setting sun could penetrate it, and as the sun dived into the western sea, its light was devoured by the mist, making things seem all the more dark.
    Climbing down the tree trunk, Volldai began to gather wood to make a fire.  After creating a much bigger fire than the other two, he began gathering rocks to set around the bonfire.  Using the last remaining light from the sun, and the distant flicker from his flame, Volldai gathered some large leaves and branches, and began making a primitive tent.
    "Looks like I'll have to stay here till that mist clears..." Volldai said to himself, with a small air of disgust.  Sitting down against the nearby tree he had climbed before, Volldai began to clean his weapons. The purple gunk left by the vine slinging tree, or 'Slinger' as Volldai had nicknamed them, left an odd smelling powder on his sword.  Volldai decided he should keep the powder to test later, it could come in handy.  Opening up a small, empty leather pouch, and turning it inside out, Volldai wiped down his sword, pinching the powder into the leather, and then capturing it inside.  As he began to cook some of the red and
orange fruit he had picked up earlier, the only type that tasted good enough to eat again, a small lizard began to crawl down the trunk of the tree on which Volldai rested against.  Volldai turned and looked the small creature over.
    "Well hello there little one," Volldai said, "you want some of my fruit?" Volldai clipped a small bit of fruit off of the whole and laid it on his thigh.  The lizard quickly scampered down his chest and onto his leg, nibbling on the the food.
    "My, you are rather intelligent for a small thing, aren't you." The lizard looked up at the knight.  It wasn't too much of an impressive creature, but it seemed rather strong for its size.  Its' skin was rough, green, with small brown specks all over.  Its' tail was prehensile, and it seemed to eat much like a raccoon, holding its food in its claws above the ground, bringing it to its mouth.  The whole thing was no longer than ten inches.  Volldai lowered his hand slowly to
the lizard, and the lizard hopped onto it.
   "You're not very afraid of me, are you?  Maybe you aren't as intelligent as I thought," Volldai chuckled.  The lizard looked at him and cocked its head.  "Worry not, little one.  You're much too small for me to worry about, you're safe from my blade.  But for now, its bed time."  Volldai lifted his hand near the trunk of the tree, and the lizard hopped off.  He didn't know why he had been so friendly to the creature, something about this island certainly was different.  Maybe something was effecting him, he thought.  He looked down at his hands, sparkling with what looked to be some of the purple powder from the Slinger's vines.  Interesting, Volldai thought.
    Volldai slowly laid down under his makeshift tent, and closed his eyes.  This would be a very long and interesting journey.