Imagine if you will, two viking buddies who, coming down off an adrenaline rush from besting a troll, were wandering along the coast mining tin and picking thistle. Suddenly a movement not too far away caught their eye.

What's this? Another person? A new friend?! The human figure is walking back and forth between some sort of new trees that the pair had not seen before. It looked like it was lost. Not wanting to be ungracious, the pair head towards the figure with the intention of helping them out.

"Hello, friend!" They wave, but then grow slightly concerned when it starts raining and the smell of damp, foul mud and mould assault their senses.

Our intrepid heroes meander ever closer to the figure who seems to see them finally and ambles slowly in their direction.

Unfortunately it is only then they see the vacant dead stare and the sickly green skin that they realise their mistake - but it was too late. This was human but well and truly cursed. And it was charging towards them. One of our vikings is downed in a single blow. The other stumbles back, barely evading the rusty axe being swung at them, then turns tail and runs and runs and runs until she has returned to the relative safety of the Black Forest.

Her counterpart returns to the land of the living, naked as the day he was born - and just as angry - and together they return to the coast and spend the next twenty minutes trying to evade the being that throttled them so soundly upon introduction while rescuing his hard-won armour and weapons.

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Yeah... We got trounced the first time we found a swamp. We'd had no spoilers as to what the swamp was like so the draugr were a surprise. LOL This was loooong before the Abominations were a thing.