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|Traveling down the Wooded Path|
Your armour creaks as your battle-hardened horse suddenly halts and bucks back slightly. Its nostrils flare while it makes a nervous gutteral sound. You place your hand on your sword as the mist ahead of you deepens.
With a slight nudge from your boots you prod your horse slowly forward--it obeys reluctantly. You hear a strange sound to the front--not wailing, not screaming, but just a whisper. You look behind you and realize all sounds have ceased to the rear. And the mist has completely closed in!
You draw your jeweled sword and continue forward.CONTINUE