It was period for a holiday through the magical mayhem. Camping, that’s what we all agreed on. Nothing fancy, just a chance to rest.

Nothing could go wrong, not when our party consisted of wizards, shifters, vampires, and necromancers. All there to protect my young child.

But things have absent wrong, and before we’d even burned the sausages I came across myself alone, and that was just the beginning of this nightmare.

Trolls are jittery, dwarves are chatty, vampires have become insanely murderous, and me personally, I’m getting crazed.

One thing’s for several, I’m hardly ever going camping again.