D&D Encounter

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The forest trail is enfolded in a thick pervasive mist that muffles the adventurer’s footsteps. They approach a small clearing in the trees where a dozen or so lifeless bodies lie scattered beside their wagons. A single figure stands upright, a young boy. He turns to face the adventures. With haunted eyes, he says, “I think I just killed my Dad” 

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