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At the end of the first day of marching the fog has not abated. You're not familiar with this region, but this seems like a very strange phenomenon.

Nevertheless, you set up much smaller camp and urge the soldiers to get some rest.

The next day continues much in the same fashion, and the next. You had expected to find the enemy by now, but you haven't, and the fog remains thick around you, making spotting anything very difficult. It's difficult enough keeping the army together and organized.

After a week of marching through the fog, you're awoken by one of your generals. As you rise from your sleep, shivering, your stomach rumbles. Your army has run dangerously low on supplies, and everyone is hungry. The general informs you that the enemy has been spotted.

You quickly don armor and prepare yourself for battle. This is what you came here for. The quicker you defeat this rabble the quicker you can return to the main camp and refill your belly and rekindle your romance. The army forms up as you are lead to the front. You can make out vague shapes ahead in the mist, and they can't be more than twenty feet in front of your army. You give the order, and the men draw their weapons, ready to attack.

Before you can command them to attack, however, a mass of creatures lurches towards you from the mist. As they get closer you begin to make out their forms. A wave of barbarians approaches, their monstrous and bestial forms flexing and stretching. Their deep war cries rip directly from their chests with startling ferocity. You hear a deep, low bellow and see an enormous minotaur charging directly at you, horned head lowered. Panic grips you, and without thinking you turn to run. As you do, you see creatures rushing in from the flanks of your army, and begin to hear horrible screams from the rear. Something strikes you hard in the back and your whole body explodes in pain. You sail through the air from the **** of the blow, and as you hit the ground you black out.

As your consciousness fades, you are comforted by thoughts of meeting your gods in the afterlife.