You have stumbled through the darkness of the misty forest. Trapped by the tall, twisted trees that appear to be moving closer, ready to snatch you up and devour you. Drawn to the warmth of the only light in sight, you have reached The Campfire. You may stay by the fire and warm yourself, but you will have to listen to the night wind tell you tales of a chilling nature. Or you may flee back into the forest and face the twisted trees of terror. It matters not, for no one can hear your screams.
Cold Blood, Warm Blade - A true account of a dream had by Suzanne E. R. Johnston
Why Me? - A work of fiction by Scott Lohbauer
Do you still have your wits? Think you can find any better spine-tingling tales of true accounts or dreams? Whisper them to the wind that echoes your tale to the Sorceress Su so they may be heard by all who dare to listen.
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