She liked to do the jogging circuit anyhow, but and it always took her by the edge. But sometimes she'd take a breather, and stand and stare out at the old trees.
She'd feel the leather strap around her wrist. It had been a while since the dream, since meeting the other guy, since...she knew the woods was off limits, but...she put a clawed hand against the bark, and it became smooth. A wall. This wasn't the woods.
She was in a room, and in the middle of the room was a giant and bottomless pit.
Sorrow edged around the corners. Fog rolled over her ankles. A door slid open behind her, and she nearly fell into a tower of chairs. The whole next room was like that. Obscured, hard to see, almost a forest, but everything natural had been cut down and reshaped and stacked, and she had to squeeze between the clusters of wooden chairs to get anywhere. Her skin didn't react to them. It was wood, and lacquer, from the earth but not quite earth. Something settled over her. Something like fear. Or anticipation.
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Rolling a 5: ALL PLAYERS AT ANY POINT CAN FORFEIT THEIR ATTACK TO ROLL 2d12. If you roll odd, you do this damage to your opponent. If you roll even, you do this damage to YOURSELF - no modifier, you can ONLY DO THIS ONCE. You feel an uneasy unsettling feeling, as if something is coming, but you can't place what or when.