The path before you turns to sludge and you find yourself up to your knees in muck. The driving rain whips your face, you have to lean into the wind to make any headway. With visibility at only a few yards, you miss the fact the trees have given way to a fetid swamp. Looking down, you see the thick fluid churn around you. Beneath the surface you see great tubular shapes rolling over one another, giant leeches. You can feel them moving around your leg, you stab down into the mud only to bring your weapon up red with blood. Soon it will be your blood mixing with the mud if the leeches get a hold of you.

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Hacking and slashing as you go, you reach the far side of the fetid swamp and collapse onto the bank. To your disgust, you find a young leech as long as your arm, gorging itself on your thigh. You wrench the faceless, pulsing leech from your leg and drive your weapon through its gaping maw.

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