Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
The Melsh of Taemar

It was an unpleasant trek for Giallo, he hated how the mud squished in his shoes, and at times threatened to suck them off his feet. It didn't take him long to swear inwardly that he'd never go into another bog again if he could help it.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, bogs of Taemar

Aand so, they walked on and an on, dragging their feet trough the foetid swamps, until they became tired and hungry. The scenery had not changed, but the ligthning had: they were wandering in circles.
It was with a heavy hesrt that Czerich had to admit:

"We're lost."
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
The Melosh of Taemar 

Lei sighed heavily and sat down on a nearby rock. 

"Im exhausted." He wheezed and looked over at the horses who were almost as tired as he was. Lei was an athletic man and was known to have quite the stamina while participating in friendly competitions but even he was left deflated after pushing through the muck all day. The heavy weight of mud was stil weighing his tired legs down even as he was sitting down. He really just wanted to get some rest and hopefully a nice bath.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.

"We should set up camp. I don't want to get lost in the dark. Perhaps the fog will be gone by torrow."
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
The Melosh of Taemar 


"Yeah... Thats the best idea ive heard all day.. I'm about to pass out." Lei sighed out then groaned as he pushed himself back on his feet. At least they managed to find some solid ground... But still no clean water. This was bad news to them but the horses didn't seem to mind too much. They seemed to be helping themselves to the reeds, lily pads, and other forms of mossy vegetation growing around the area.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, the Melosh of Taemar.

They began to set up camp. Czerich couldn't help but feel annoyed: they were lost. Lost in the bogs, where they had been supposed go reach Schweingott Moore in less than a day.

He had read about travellers getting lost in the mist, only to show up dead the next morning in the outskirts of Schweingott Moore, but he had always attributed those demises to the stupidity of the Taemish. He thought himself too intelligent for the natural dangers of some backwater swamp, thinking his compass and astrolabe would easily get him out of the situation, and now he was paying the price for his hubris

"I'm going to look for wood," He told his companions.

He needed some time alone.

Kiervan had gotten them into this mess, and now wondered what they thought of him.

Probably that he was a fool. An arrogant academic who thought books couldn't prepare him for the real world. They were probably not wrong.

Strapping _lantern_ to his waist, he made his way to the nearest dead trees. Then he felt something on his pouch. It was a silver mask. Right. He'd forgotten to pack it right before leaving Azarya. Should he put them with the rest now? Nah, no point on turning back just for that.

"Come on Pyotr. Let's chop some trees."

The tiny black cat followed him. They remained within sight of the encampement, but soon they discovered the dead trees were unusable. The dank waters of the Melsh had made the moist, and rotten inside. Hardly good stuff for a fire.

"We need to go further. You stay here. _I need a checkpoint,_" He told to the cat. "Don't get eaten."

In the distant dusk, he could hear the sound of animals. Crows, frogs, pigs. Curse the pigs.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Marsh of Taemar

Just like any young lad, Giallo had an excess of energy and thus started expending it while the grown ups were tired. He removed a thin metal cord from within his black garb and threw a loop over the tall bough of a willow tree.

He passed the other end of the cord through the loop and then began a kind of improvised rope climbing, where he'd pull himself to the top and then lower himself back down with only his arms. He'd be repeating this dozens of times.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich & Pyotr the cat, the Melosh.

"Meow"

The cat watched the kid climb the tree over and over. He could only see it when he got close to the top. Czerich had moved too far away from the camp.

"Finally."

His master had finally found what he was looking for: a dry log. He pulled _Lantern_ out of it's sheath, and began to chop at it.

It was an exquisite blade: crafted to a perfect balance, and unkown to Linas. The blacksmith had done his job well.

The rythmic sound of the strikes did nothing to distract the cat, who still had his sight set on the encampment.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
The Melosh of Taemar.

Lei looked over at the mage when he announced his departure to search for some wood and Lei smiled. 
"Okay, Be careful." He waved him off shortly before returning to preparing the fireplace for the logs of wood. At this point he was able to discard his soiled coat into a bag and wash his hands clean so he could properly prepare their meal for tonight. To make sure his hands were properly sanitized and washed he waited for Giallo to look away. Once he and Pyotr were busy by a nearby willow tree the inventor ignited his hands and forearms with golden fire to get any bacteria or remaining filth off of him. After a few seconds the fire died down and he proceeded with handling the food and vegetables he had packed.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Marsh of Taemar

After some time Giallo had tired himself out, his arms burning, and the smell of cooking food reminded him that he hadn't eaten much lately to boot. He slipped back into camp to see what smelled so good.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
The Melosh of Taemar

Hearing someone approach, Lei turned his head to look over his shoulder. Seeing Giallo approach he smiled at him. He was busy preparing the vegetables and spices while he waited for Czerich to return with some fire wood. He was a little worried that there might not be any dry logs around to burn since that would mean he would have to use his fire to ignite it properly. Some flint and steel wouldn't be strong enough to get soaked lumber to burn. 

"Hey there, how are you holding up?" Lei asked with a curious smile towards the young male, happy to see he was still full of energy.