Roral:
The night is filled with the usual sounds of nature. So quiet, infact, that Ranvar doses off.
Then, at about midnight, the forest goes eerily quiet. Nothing stirs, as if the forest itself is holding it's breath.
You can feel, as much as hear, right at he edge of sound, something chanting, far away and nearby at the same time, as if a voice swirls around through the woods. It is a macabre sound, with a maniacally twisted edge that fills you with distaste. It rises to a crescende, then suddenly stops.
Then it goes quiet again.
You see your friends twisting and turning in their sleep, sweating and mumbling something.
The rest:
Slowly you get ready to sleep. You start dreaming.
The moon shines on a clearing in the forest. Huge standing stones form a circle. An elderly half-orc druid is holding a ceremony, offering fruit and a deer to the Gods. He suddenly looks up, and turns around. Then he doubles over, an arrow sticking in his stomach. He falls to the ground, and seven hooded figures appear in the clearing. They grab his struggling form by hands and ankles, and put him on the altar. His throat is slit, and the blood pours on the altar, hissing and steaming. The body is dragged away, and the seven start to chant, raising their voices to the heavens. They all draw strange, curved bone daggers, and use them to slice open their arms. The blood falls to the floor, and streams towards the altar. One of the seven walks towards it, and with a scepter of sorts strikes the altar.
It cracks, and the standing stones start to shake.
One by one, slowly, they fall over.
The seven continue their ecstatic singing, and fall to their knees, cutting themselves, offering their blood, wich continues to stream towards the now cracked altar.
Slowly a portal forms, and from beyond you can see horrible creatures, twisted, alien, gruesome, bizarre. Natural forms, melted together. Gibbering, drooling mouths. Inane cackles escape from foam-flecked lips.
Amidst all this stands a creature with the face of an angel and the eyes of a demented mass-murderer. It smiles as his horde starts to move through the portal, showing rotten fangs behind cherry-red, full lips.
Then, all of the sudden, one of the seven falls over, an arrow through his throat. The portal slowly grows smaller, and the creatures attack each other in an effort to get through.
A giant bear wielding an axe, a tiger with two swords, and a huge creature of fire enter the clearing.
Then all goes black.