Traveling down the Wooded Path
Traveling down the Wooded Path

A cold mist flows across the green meadows into the wooded forests and through the rugged mountains. You shiver as you try to peer ahead along a narrow, less-traveled 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.