<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Choking on the pervasive fog of scent, Fern's mind refuses, or at least makes the attempt to refuse the images, the sensations assaulting her mind as the three progress further into the vileness.<br/><br/>"Bugbear!" Fern calls out, daggers at the ready. Rising on the balls of her feet, the ballet of combat once more beginning.  Till she sees the thing..  the gloating, fetid thing gorging itself on what once was human.<br/>Jaw dropping open with eyes begging to scream, Fern's stomach plummets to her toes as she falls back onto her heels.  The sudden weight of revulsion giving lead to her limbs.<br/><br/>Whatever this thing was, it was wrong as only a being living in the deepest midden pits could be wrong.  A face gone pale as moonbeams sets her jaw as a tear finds its way down her cheek.  She sees naught but death.