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You grunt as you make a wide swing with your hammer, dispatching the last of these foul rodents of unusual size. After a moments' breath, you set to burning the bodies along with your friend's now defiled camp. 

Fortunately, you didn't lose anyone, but it's clear to you this realm has fallen under the sway of some dark power. If you can't stop it here and now, the whole region will be at risk. 

Not a few moments into making camp for the night, an ungodly scream splits the night. Some of your party fall to their knees, their ears bleeding profusely. As a pack of horned beasts leap from the shadows. Their overly large jaws holding too many teeth. They howl louder as they attack 

so much for a peaceful night...