Punzy93

It's a cold autumn night. The forest is deathly quiet as you sit by the campfire, trying to stay warm as a chilling breeze blows through yhe trees. You have been on a long journey to the great coastal city of Neverwinter and, according to your navigation skills, you should be able to reach it by midday tomorrow. It was then the wind stopped blowing. The air seemed to drop in temperature even more as a fog seemed to roll in. The strange thing was that there was something odd about this fog. You swear you could see it taking many shapes and forms of men and beasts that are hungrily reaching out to you as the mists come closer to you. Eventuall