Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200423213810/@comment-25808351-20200424234655

As the group move into the swamp, the small opening in the fog that revealed the bridge, closes behind them and completely cuts visibility to the road outside the swamp. The trees that surrounded the group were large and had drooping branches with thick tuffs of moss hanging off them. Their roots were large and spread out like a cage, intermingling with each other to create a dense web of wood which the creatures below the water used for shelter.

They could not see far because of the fog, but what they could see was not what some would call inviting. Out into the water they could see remnants of old buildings and structures scattered about in decay or disrepair, crippled from time and the elements. Like a graveyard of a lost settlement. Beady eyes watched them from some of the ruins as they moved along the shallow trail beneath their feet. Frogs plunked into the water as they passed, and spirit like orbs over head whisked about around the trees and ruins.

Occasionally a Mucus Toad croaked or a Owl Mage hooted in the trees. Slimes were hunkered down within the roots of the trees and Bunyips dunked their heads beneath the waters. Soon they found the trail forked off in numerous directions and no indications which way to go. No signs, no landmarks, no flames. Behind them, the fog rolled over the trail, obscuring their way back.