After she ate the middle part of my wife’s body she gestured me out the door. Then she paddled me to the den of the Sage. All the while I stared at her rune marked back, my hand on the hilt of my sword, and I thought of my father and the hens.
Something lives in the fog in a certain region and travels with the fog. Kidnaps or kills, or is simply heard and "felt". ... fog is rising, heed the warnings the elders spoke!
Encounter ( Any ) | February 16, 2003 |