A Tale To Come

"There we were. In the middle of the night, surrounded by only darkness and covered with snow that never seemed to end!"

"We thought we could make a fire, but no heat ever seemed to be enough. Each time a flame arose from the wood, it died out faster than a man who had been shot.

"We tried everything, even Magick, but it only made a few sparks and a couple of flames before disappearing into the winds. But that was just the least of our concerns."

Absalom was in the middle of talking about his travels in Galfania. He was surrounded by dozens of men and women, all curious of someone who came to their land long ago.

"Then, we heard snow crunching; numerous footsteps came our way before something burst through the forest trees: ghouls! Hundreds of them came all at once. They tried to claw, tackle, and dismember me and my men, but they were of the weaker kind!"