You stand ready at the border of the bog, packed with fresh supplies and a myriad of mystical artifacts that you’ve accrued over the years. At your waist sits a silver dagger. Strapped to your back is an blessed broadsword, a small hand axe swings from the bottom of your pack. You slap the rear of your horse, letting it trot off back to town, where it runs without a second thought. You lift your foot, and take the first step into the bog.
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