Campsite Scatter Terrain for 28mm Tabletop Roleplaying Miniature Games

Nestled under the boughs of strange trees in a foreign land, the firelight flickers under the bottoms of the leaves in a fairy dance that melds with the sparks that float up to the cosmos when a log shifts in the restless campfire. Around you are bedrolls of the fallen, and for those that survived, they are unrolled and ready for fitful dreams as the days events get contemplated before the firelight, and then invade their dreams - compounding the horrors they have already faced. Scrolls litter the ground after a cursory inspection but there was no information gleaned from them this night... perhaps the ancient tomes that were rescued from the dank depths below. The campsite has supply sacks strewn about or leaning up along some stray logs that were rustled from the forest - as rudimentary furniture for this sylvan sanctuary that we find ourselves in. But there are strange eyes peeking out from the black curtain, just outside the limned perimeter cast by the now impossibly increasing fl