[i]A bead of sweat runs down your forehead. You rise onto your feet, only to double over, vomiting. There are eyes in the trees. Or perhaps are the trees the ones glaring? You try not to think about it too much before start walking slowly in the thicket. This sense of unease is overwhelming, petrifying, and unbearably familiar. Orgaroth. The demon that has been torturing your family for generations upon generations has returned. You cry to no one as the black, pungent fog surrounds you, and the eyes grow brighter. You wail out to the darkness, knowing any attempt to save yourself with be for nothing.[/i]