Act 3, Scene 3: The Swamp
The following morning is overcast as you set out south for the swamp and the nearby Orc village, your heads still throbbing from the effects of the booze the night before. The further south the get, the more desolate the land get, the bleak but beautiful fields that surround Västervik give way to barren tracts of grassless dirt, a dark sullen brown. Your feet sink into the ground as you cross into the drained swampland. Gnarled bushes give way to sharp bladed grass which surround sickly yellow pools of water.
Around the pools are a half dozen badger-sized vermin that you don't recognize, hearing you approach two of them eye you hungrily.
Around the pools are a half dozen badger-sized vermin that you don't recognize, hearing you approach two of them eye you hungrily.




Initiative (22)