Finally, Karathra called a halt at the edge of the forest, where the bone trees gave way to something else. They sat around the forest floor to rest, their breath coming in short gasps.
Fortunately, Brakthar managed to secure the small barrel of water and through the Drowning, the released other barrels to feed their blood searching Armour with blood.
And then they feed.
After a while though, they need to start moving again. They finally took stock of their surroundings, especially the space in front of them... aswamp.
Dark water stretched before them, thick with floating vegetation that glowed with sickly bioluminescence. The air here was heavy, humid, carrying the scent of decay.
"The Mire of Forgotten Voices," Lady Pelica said. She'd kept pace with them easily, barely winded, throughout the battle, none of the monsters attacked her, it was as if she wasn't there at all. "We'll need to pass through it to reach the Fiendish monster's territory."
