The rain is fierce and the wind is whipping through your silver braids, tugging at the leather straps that secure you to Aragorn, your golden dragon's back...

You are treading through the deep, dark woods, crossing paths with a variety of magical creatures along the way. Your suit of armor is made of interwoven rings of steel, and the metal blade of your silver sword is tucked nicely in your scabbard. You fear no one, but all fear you. That is, until you make your way into a mysteriously quiet clearing. There should be animals here, you think to yourself, as you look around and are greeted by nothing but an empty silence. No pitter-patter of small pa…

It's a trap (card)!