TROLLSHEAD
Alone and afraid, Erick quietly sped through the forest. The night was a dark green and the air cold and blustery. The rustling trees did nothing for his confidence either. He kept the prospect of payment running through his mind. His leather jerkin wasn't enough to keep the chill out of him. His feet were damp and numb. The golden hilt of his dagger glinted in the moonlight, but he couldn't see the moon. His purse of gold coins jangled, albeit quietly, with the movment of his thighs. He heard the cracking of twigs and quickly spun to see a greenskin head dart into the bushes. He reached into his pouch and gathered some Rune Dust, preparing to throw a ball of fire at the first thing he saw. But it was too late. He realised he was in a round clearing, the kind of clearing you...get...ambushed...in....... Oh well, so much for Erick.....
ENTER THE DARK
