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Post by Koningar on Oct 2, 2014 11:35:08 GMT -6
If despair had a smell, the Fenbog would be the best example in the world. The gloom weighed heavy in the air, foggy and damp. What little vegetation that could be seen was either mutated, sickly, poisonous, or dead. Koningar was standing on the Northern edge of the Fenbog. Though he knew Wildgard wasn't far, the Fenbog seemed to loom in front of him; An ominous deathpit. Any visible paths either ran in circles, or ended suddenly. Koningar knew from the last time he crossed that he would have to be prepared to have the murk reach right up to the bulk of his body.
However, last time he had a guide. But the slippery Fens were the only ones who knew the swamp that well, and it allowed them to charge outrageously. With neither the coin, nor the patience for such corrupted and greedy people, this time he opted to attempt the crossing on his own. With a shuffling of hooves, he fretted as to whether or not that was a grave mistake...
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Post by Xander DeRatte on Oct 3, 2014 9:37:31 GMT -6
In the distance you see a bright flash, followed by a loud pop and a splash. "Gah! Disgusting! Where am I?" You hear a reedy voice shout. "Is anyone there?" You see a relatively tall boy in the distance start walking away.
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Post by Koningar on Oct 8, 2014 20:54:58 GMT -6
Koningar reared up onto his hind legs for a moment in surprise. His ears twitched, and he rushed forward. "Hey! Stop!" Immidiately, the centaur rushed forward and lept into the swamp. The swamp was incredibly toxic, and there were many stories about those who got sick, became blind, were driven to insanity, or died, all because of the Fenbog. He hurried to try and get to the boy's side so that he could be warned of the dangers.
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Post by Xander DeRatte on Oct 9, 2014 21:53:50 GMT -6
Hearing the shout, Xander turns to see the source. "Rider! Where am I? What is this mud pit of a land, and how in the nine realms did I get here?"
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