Shelly
Charity Lane
Castle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar

"A shitshow would have been better than this." She shudders thinking of the events like the horror hog. "Your room is probably closer, better for you," She gestures to the injury, "And likely doesn't have a Wisdom in it. All winning characteristics, honestly. But first I'd need to go back to my room to tell said Wisdom about our departure plans. Head over to your room and I'll be there soon after."

Charity may or may not have went in the same direction as Anya's room since who knows the floor plan of this castle. Before leaving she did have concerns about leaving Anya to walk alone, but her chancellor did it first, so she reasoned the Feyorian Queen would be fine.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Bogs of Taemar

Lei was enjoying the view as he guided the horses down the path and he couldnt help but overhear the conversation the other two were having in the carriage. The kind offer of Czerich was more than enough to put a gentle smile on the inventors face. He was glad that everyone was getting along well. 

While the two were occupied for the next few hours Lei announced that they had arrived in a new destination.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Bogs of Taemar

At that announcement Giallo clambered out onto the front of the carriage to ride shotgun, staring out at the swampy gloom ahead. He seemed slightly concerned.
"Mister Lei, is this place safe? I have never seen a bog before."
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh

Cezrich leapt from the carriage and gazed upon the landscape. It was a gloomy sight: a mix of drygrass, fog, dead trees and shallow waters. Some frogs could be heard in the distance, anouncing the swamp to all visitors with their sond of their croaks.

"The bogs of Taemar are not a safe place. Aside from Schweingott Moore, most of the area is lawless. And the ground is treacherous. Undererestimating the swamps is a fast route to the grave."
Elizabeth
Linas eyed his map while he cautiously looked around the area they treaded through. He worried that they would run into some unfriendly individuals along the stone path while they headed towards the next destination. 

"Thats comforting to hear..." Lei spoke softly and sighed softly in worry. "At least were not too far away from our destination." Lei smiled and looked forward as he kept his spirits up. It was a good thing that the path was present for them to follow, this made it less likely for them to get stuck in all the muck of the swamps.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh.

The young scholar marched forwards, proudly leading the way. But before had he had taken a score of steps, the ground under him collapsed, sinking one of his feet deep into the mud.

"Blood of the god-king! What in the world is this?"―The dirty water had soked the lower part of his Azaryan tunic―"Is it mud? Is it shit? It stinks!"

He soaked his tunic, by twisting it dry, and kept going forwards.
It wasn't long until a wild hog came out of nowhere, chasing a rat that ran under Kiervan's legs. The hog kept running in a straight line, lifting young man in the air and sending him face first into the stagnant waters.

All Linas and Giallo could hear in the distance was a distant cry of rage.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
The Melsh


Linas was whistling a tune as he was busy feeding the horses some treats after their long travel. They had rested some time ago before they reached the bogs so they were quite energetic. Once of the young horses even nudged Lei's chest playfully, causing the man to laugh and give the steed some pets on their neck. 

The cry in the distance caused Lei to look around with wide eyes that easily expressed his mix of curiosity and surprise. He knew that was the mage's voice but he didn't feel all too worried since he didn't sound like he was in serious trouble.

"Um... Maybe he just fell in a puddle?" Lei winced unsurely towards Giallo before looking back towards the source of the cry. "I'm going to go check on him." Lei glanced over to the younger male before walking towards where he believe Kiervan went.

His boots sloshed around in the water as he approached, being quite noisy with every squish and squelch his movements made in the thick grime pools of mud and gunk. He did his best to bare the smell but it was very difficult for him not to groan or hold his breath thanks to the disgusting smell of the swamps. Why in the world were they here again?....
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar

Stumbling back on his feet, Czerich let the dirty water drip from his head. He could hear Linas walking towards him. Linas... Those harnesses of his had proven useful for the horses.

"We can't travel by land, we're going to need a raft. Linas, do you think your sledge will run through this swamp?"
Elizabeth
"Oh my goodness..." Lei spoke softly in quiet bewilderment when he saw the muck covered man. 

"Uh..." Linas leaned a tad to the right to see past Czerich and clearly found the trail he left behind. The water and mud slowly started oozing its way together close begind him to cover the disturbance he left in the life giving sludge of the forest. 

"No..." Lei spoke softly with a slight wince when he looked back at the mage, straightening his posture once more. The inventor placed his hands on his hips and hummed softly, looking back at the carriage. "We could just find another way around. There's some solid ground not too far away."
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar

"Let's detach the horses then. You and I can take one each, and the kid can go on my mule."
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
The Melsh of Taemar

Giallo thought it odd to abandon the pricey carriage but supposed it wasn't really his concern, so long as they get somewhere. He'd hop down and hike up his duds so the pantlegs wouldn't get soaked if he took a wrong step.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.

The group kept advancing with a slow but steady pace. Many accidents kept happening on the way, with both Czerich and Linas sinking knee-deep on several occasions.
Only Giallo and Pyotr were unnafected by the treacherous terrain. They were either too light, too sharp, or both.

After the sixth or so time he fell, Czerich gave up on cleaning his robe. All he was looking forward now was reaching Schweingott Moore.

But the settlement was nowhere in sight. The group kept roaming across the tall grass and shallow waters. The deoressing scenery consisted of nothing but dense fog, dry grass, dead trees, and the occasional carrion bird circling over their heads. At times, some mudhuts could be seen in the distance, but they offered no point of refference. To Czerich, al Melsi homes looked the same.
Elizabeth
With all their necessary supplies secured to the horses and the carriage locked in its place Lei followed along on his own horse as he tailed behind the group to keep watch behind them. 

He managed to keep the mud off his face somehow but his clothing was pretty much soaked up to his hips. 

Lei had tied a scarf around his beck and lower face to help mask the foul smell but it did little to actually rid of the stench. It did however keep any flying bits of mud from getting to his mouth.

He helped Czerich up as often as he could, continuing to gently encourage him that they had to be nearly there.