Misery Range

Dark is the word that most use to describe this place when you first encounter it. Why? Because when you enter into the depths of this valley, you are cast under the shadow of the lonely mountains and swallowed by the ever-present mists. The fog, it chills your bones and sends shivers down your spine. It puts your nerves on edge. You swear that you can almost hear someone laughing but no, it must have been the wind. Footsteps? Is someone there? It can't be. Then you feel the pain of being bitten at your throat and you gasp as the lifeblood begins to pour from the wound. Gagging, you drop down to your knees only to hear the laughter once more as shadows surround you laughing menacingly before they begin to feed upon your dying flesh. Welcome home to Misery Range.


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