Welcome the Legends of Evantris.

You are all walking through a dark wood. You have been walking for days at this point.

It has been difficult to find places to camp.

The woods around you have been treacherous.

And

at any point that you feel the need to rest overtake you,

there is a sense of being watched of being stalked and hunted your

sleep is broken fragmented and you're all exhausted physically you do not you

are not enjoying or mechanically you're not enjoying exhaustion but you feel very close.

Another night like the ones that you've had over the past couple of days and you will not be able to hold off the exhaustion that is lurking at the edges of your mind.

And it is here that you find yourselves.

Once again, watching as night descends around you, and you hope against hope that you can

find some place for respite. Oh, we're going to fucking die out here.

Don't say that.

Oh, it's going to happen.

No.

Bixie.

I'm all out of hope.

I hear that.

I'm going to hold on to just a little

because I don't want to die.

What?

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