TheGreatToadini

You are on an ill begotten quest into a perilous forest where no one is said to return from. As the tendrils of fog close around you, you know only one thing true in your heart- you were not paid enough for this. Legends say demons protect the land, the likes of which far scarier then even what the Ghostlight Ruins has to of-

You hear the snap of a branch, and see a fin like shape cut through the fog. You run knowing that the brutal child of the Tidelord follows close behind, when you almost run headlong into a figure twice as massive. Dodging between whiskers and claws you run headlong into a forest where you meet the most peculiar scene; a small frog is perched upon a rune stone, with a simple Tarot deck surrounding him.

You almost get to breathe a sigh of relief, before the ground glows purple and the cards fly into the air, circling menacingly around you. You catch a glimpse of the frog, now floating in the air, as the back of a card is presented before your face. The last thing you see is the face of the Tarot card- Death.