Despair! Open your eyes...
"Ye got toll fer crossin' inter the Mhoe Despair Lands?" He
eyes your arm with disturbing interest.
Well... you're... somewhere. You slowly look around and realize
you're at the entrance to a covered bridge in a dark land surrounded
by malevolently branching oak trees. The air smells of festering
boots and burnt cabbage, and a seemingly heavy mist lazily wafts at
your feet. Behind you the rutted trail disappears into a silent black
forest. Not an option then. You raise your head and walk toward the
bridge- as you come within a few feet of the rotting wood planks, a
troll hops out from under the mist-filled underside of the bridge. He
smiles a nasty crooked-toothed smile.
