It’s been an unbearable summer for the weary band of adventurers that has slowly, but surely, been making their way down The Old Road. Sweat and dried blood has worked its way into almost every crevice one could imagine on the human body...

Your party is passing through a wooded Grove. The abundant undergrowth muffles your steps. Out of the corner of your eye you see the spector. Draw a card to find out if he sees you, because if he does Run Campfire stories is a game for play...

Your eyelids stick as you try to open them, sealed by grit and mucus. You try to blink the adhesive away but manage to rally too few tears to adequately liberate your crusty eyes. Your lids part to bleached desert under a spiteful sun. The...