Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
You sit around a bonfire, trying to enjoy the little warmth it spreads and to keep the fire from dying while the wind whistles around the trees, raising the rotten dead leaves with swirling updrafts, threatening to lay them like a chocking wet blanket on the fire.
The horses are tied to the nearest tree, clearly they are restless.
At first all was quiet but the wind and crackling flames of the bonfire, then tree’s branches began to rattle and cast spooky shadows over the area, and then you heard the moans, the forest moaned, a low bass voice resembling an old farmer, that tries to lift a giant pile of hay all alone, it drew closer and louder.
If it was not enough, fog began to rise, obscuring visibility in the forest to several tens of meters.
The horses are tied to the nearest tree, clearly they are restless.
At first all was quiet but the wind and crackling flames of the bonfire, then tree’s branches began to rattle and cast spooky shadows over the area, and then you heard the moans, the forest moaned, a low bass voice resembling an old farmer, that tries to lift a giant pile of hay all alone, it drew closer and louder.
If it was not enough, fog began to rise, obscuring visibility in the forest to several tens of meters.