Land of the Dead

The barren black tree’s roots stretch out covering most of the roads path, it is just a single stretch of road, only one mile long. The clouds around it, are a kind of its own to the rest of the world. It is the land of the dead. Hear them wail, hear them scream. For this deserted land is the final resting place, for those slain in the battle of Yisamag.

Do not pause, do not stop. Do not look around, close your eyes, and plug your ears. For all it takes is only a single look, or a single whisper of your name, and you will be challenged by something nearly impossible. For the spirits like to take the form of you, they learn from you and take on a physical replica of you. If you hear them call your name, or if you look into the eyes of one that looks like you, you will be asked a question about yourself. A question that you may not know the answer to. You see, when they take your form they knew everything, including things you may have forgotten in the past.

If you answer correctly, they will desert and leave you at peace, but others will soon try to challenge you once more, so count your blessings and move on, or die.

However If you fail to answer the question, or try to run away, a fate worse then death awaits you. For you will swap places, they will become the new you. You will become the new them. Your friends and family will never be able to tell the difference, as the new being now walks your life, and lives your adventures.

Do not pause, do not stop. Do not look around, close your eyes, and plug your ears.

Good Luck.