If you ever had to make camp in the midst of a swampy, soggy bog, you know about the problems that come with it. It's hard to find dry ground, and once you found it, you will have to steel your will against what will come in the darkness of night. Creatures of the fae realm, that roam the bog, playing the most beautiful tune you've ever heard. The melody flowing over the boggy water making you imagine a dry path to the bonfire not to far away. And when you follow it, you'll step right into the water, losing your footing. But they wont let you drown, as tendrils of water follow the tune and save you, guiding your way to their fire, where they are waiting, playing the horn flute. This is where the real danger lies. Once you're at their fire, they will share their food and drink with you, and sooner or later, you will be happy to talk to them about all those great adventures you've been on. They will ask and let you feel special, but it is soon, all those stories will be theirs, and you will have nothing left of your past. An empty hull, ridden of all its stories, waiting for their death by the swamp. https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ae/34/d2/ae34d2ce61bad120f6d1c90c341c937f.jpg Instinct: to collect stories by stealing memories

• Play an alluring tune at night
• Create an Illusion of dry land
• Manipulate the bog to its will
• Steal a story told voluntarily