OFFENSIVE FENS
The ranger bent low as the road was overcome by running shadows. Teflar scoured the avenue for erudition as the party provided various corollaries regarding the strange orc ambush and the tributary events surrounding it.
8 PM: The band moved cautiously to the edge of the Morgesic Fens as unseen brash beetles beat their wing casings. Gloomy hisses of alarm blew from every direction and the chill factor cooled {40F}. The rustic shadows succumbed to heavy caliginous while the party left the last of the hill-country.
MYCRAN 3 ~ 1 AM: The group halted as limbs grew weary. It seemed as if a heavy stagnancy choked the air and weighed upon the skin. Ground was firm while the party held to the solid road for it was wide and mudless. A snack was eaten to boost everyone's energies and again they set out deeper into the marshland.
3 AM: It was here that the group found their first solid signs of the train they pursued. It seemed that the caravan gained mileage by increasing its' speed. Pitted groves in the road showed where wheels had swayed and dug their persistent imprints. Booted feet, perhaps Spice Guards, gapped to a bold run for the next hour.
4 AM: A few unmarked barrels lay cracked on the side of the road seemingly empty of contents.
Countless broken arrows lay strewn upon the boulevard. Black stains tarred the pressed gravel in various places and a wicked stench grew in the air. Here and there, the sound of belching water burst forth and thinned slowly away into astute bubblings. Snap rustlings of thick thornreeds seemed to block the way of something heavy as it plowed its' way ahead in the darkness. A few tense minutes later, the night was thrown into ominous suppression and the group stared about them in bewilderment.
Torynth spoke to the woodsman " Can you tell which direction that wagon the orcs had carted came from? Tolx or Venya?"
The ranger explained that there was no clear prognostication of any cart the orcs had wheeled.
What little he could read under the gathering darkness, the caravan had indeed passed beyond this very spot nigh two days ago heading west on course.
StarPoint Raven was in full support of tailing the spiced procession into the heart of the fens and everyone ordered together for an evening march.
A pungent waft of reek cascaded in waves upon the team as they walked with urgency. Nerendil lit the progress with a lambent torch; its' wavering light revealed the stark avenue before them. Mile upon mile was achieved as the group walked with little conversation exchanged. Some of them, minding the blackness beyond the road, swore on witnessing flashy balls of luminosity pop in the distance. Gailwind grew nervous and huddled within the core of the teammates adding a warning not to fancy such things. He explained of unkept evils intend on waylaying novice travelers with the lures of relish displays.