We were wondering through the dark and treacherous forest. (A.K.A. The Ahrens Family Residence)
We stumbled upon three beasts who shared their insanity just like rain.
Krof stood boldly in front of the beasts while I left to find a great tree to rain upon.
The scavenging beasts backed Krof into their cave of much disgust, and began to rip him limb from limb.
By the time I got back. It was too late.
The beasts have done their worst, and Krof, reincarnated, is out there somewhere waiting to stab the beasts that cost him his last life.
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