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<blockquote data-quote="NiTessine" data-source="post: 283252" data-attributes="member: 475"><p>Well, since our campaign is finally getting back on track, I grabbed myself by the scruff of my neck, and started updating... Expect more in the close future.</p><p>------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>It was high noon when the heroes finally made their way up to the hill fort, where Predeslava sat on her throne. They spoke for a long time. Ovotsk was no longer safe. That they all agreed on. The threat of Viseslav's army was too great, and most people had already fled to the forests to seek shelter. Predeslava's plan now was to take whoever would come with her and travel southwards on the River Chernak, through the Haunted Wood and Witch Fens, to the town of Sarbas, where Predeslava's uncle, Khuritsa, lived.</p><p></p><p>The planning finished, they strode out of the fort, and called the people of Ovotsk to them, asking if they would come with their leader. Few did. The Haunted Wood and Witch Fens had foul reputations, and Franz suspected they might actually be tainted by Chaos.</p><p>Thus, they departed the burning Ovotsk. Only two dozen villagers came with them on their monoxyla. The druid Fisibbei handled the navigation and steering, along with one of the villagers. They proved to be a rather competent pair, not only managing to keep the ship in the river, but also making it through the rapids in the Haunted Wood, with the boat intact and all men still on board.</p><p></p><p>The Haunted Wood was an eerie place. In some places, the branches overhead clustered so tightly that no sunlight passed through, casting those underneath into darkness. The usual sounds of the forest were absent, and the could see no animals. Shadows flitted at the edges of their sight, and strange, beautiful faces were seen in the water, only to disappear in moments. They were all wary.</p><p></p><p>On the fourth day of their journey, they rounded a bend in the river, and came upon a strange sight. There was an enormous obelisk, jutting up from the water. It was covered in strange runes and symbols. On the beach, there sat an ogre, fishing with a line tied to his seven-foot spear. As it spotted them, it stood up, and shouted:</p><p>"Pay homage to the River Goddess or sail no further upon her waters! The Pool awaits your gifts."</p><p>"Who are you to demand sacrifices from us?" Franz shouted back.</p><p>"I am Orimir, humble servant of the River Goddess. Cast your offerings into the Pool, and you may pass."</p><p>"Why should we pay to a filthy ogre and his false goddess for our passage?" the priest replied, fingering his warhammer.</p><p>"Pay, or face the Children of the River Goddess!"</p><p>Franz was about to shout back a reply that would surely have doomed their monoxyla, but was silenced by Predeslava, who stepped forward.</p><p>"We shall pay homage to the River Goddess."</p><p>With that simple announcement, she tugged a jewelled gold ring off her finger, and dropped it into the pool. It vanished to the depths with a quiet plop.</p><p>Grudgingly, the adventurers followed suit, all but Franz sending bracelets or rings down to the riverbed. Seemingly sated, the ogre Orimir stepped forward the beach, and placed his huge hand upon the bow of their small craft. In his guttural voice, he began chanting a strange litany, obviously casting a spell. With a dark expression, Franz made no move to stop him. Then, light flared out from under the ogre's splayed fingers. When he stepped back, the men in the boat could see a strange glyph in the wood glowing briefly, and then fading into a hitherto unnoticeable outline.</p><p>"There. Your ship has been given the blessing of the River Goddess. You may pass."</p><p>With that, they departed the strange pool.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>A day later, they came upon a lake, in the middle of the forest. The Haunted Forest would soon end, they knew, and they would come to the Witch Fens, an even more terrible place, a marsh reputedly tainted by Chaos.</p><p>As the monoxyla left the confines of the river to float on the lake's shimmering surface, a strange event took place. The water around the ship began to foam and spray, as if boiling. With a lurch, it shot forward at the river outlet they could see breaking the line of the opposite beach. The craft was speeding forward at an unnatural pace, the sails threatening to rip. They made it across the lake in mere minutes, and travelled a goodly amount down the river before they lost the momentum. None of them could explain this strange phenomenon, though there were mumblings among the Ovotskians about the blessing of the River Goddess. All were silent, however, as the wall of trees on their both sides gave way to the grey and bleak Witch Fens.</p><p></p><p>The progress through the Witch Fens was even slower than their travel in the Haunted Wood. Here, the stream was choked by mud, clay, debris, and more unsavoury things. A haze of mist hung over everything, and the wind carried the stench of death. They were all wary, constantly on the watch. There were no animals in the Witch Fens.</p><p></p><p>It was the morning of the second day. The adventurers were alerted by one of the Ovotskians, a fellow named Sergej. The bearded man took them to a water hole, explaining that two of the villagers, young men, had disappeared. They had gone fishing, but never returned.</p><p>At the water hole, there were two fishing rods, and a few dead fish lying in the mud by the pool. Two pairs of tracks led off into the dead wood.</p><p>"When did they disappear?" Frederich asked.</p><p>"Last night. Zeir disappearance vasn't noticed until nov," Sergej answered.</p><p>"These Witch Fens are a dangerous region, correct?" Franz asked, peering critically into the deep wood.</p><p>"Yes. Very dangerous. Hags live here, it is said."</p><p>"The men are most likely dead, then?"</p><p>Sergej looked down, and took a deep, wavering breath.</p><p>"Yes. Most likely."</p><p>"Then there is no reason we should go out there and risk both our and the villagers' lives, just because two boys were foolish enough to wander off. I say we leave them behind and continue." The priest's stern gaze challenged anyone to object. Nobody did.</p><p></p><p>They travelled onwards without incident, from then on. There was a silent agreement among the people aboard. They were not harassed, for the Witch Fens had already taken their toll.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="NiTessine, post: 283252, member: 475"] Well, since our campaign is finally getting back on track, I grabbed myself by the scruff of my neck, and started updating... Expect more in the close future. ------------------------------------------------ It was high noon when the heroes finally made their way up to the hill fort, where Predeslava sat on her throne. They spoke for a long time. Ovotsk was no longer safe. That they all agreed on. The threat of Viseslav's army was too great, and most people had already fled to the forests to seek shelter. Predeslava's plan now was to take whoever would come with her and travel southwards on the River Chernak, through the Haunted Wood and Witch Fens, to the town of Sarbas, where Predeslava's uncle, Khuritsa, lived. The planning finished, they strode out of the fort, and called the people of Ovotsk to them, asking if they would come with their leader. Few did. The Haunted Wood and Witch Fens had foul reputations, and Franz suspected they might actually be tainted by Chaos. Thus, they departed the burning Ovotsk. Only two dozen villagers came with them on their monoxyla. The druid Fisibbei handled the navigation and steering, along with one of the villagers. They proved to be a rather competent pair, not only managing to keep the ship in the river, but also making it through the rapids in the Haunted Wood, with the boat intact and all men still on board. The Haunted Wood was an eerie place. In some places, the branches overhead clustered so tightly that no sunlight passed through, casting those underneath into darkness. The usual sounds of the forest were absent, and the could see no animals. Shadows flitted at the edges of their sight, and strange, beautiful faces were seen in the water, only to disappear in moments. They were all wary. On the fourth day of their journey, they rounded a bend in the river, and came upon a strange sight. There was an enormous obelisk, jutting up from the water. It was covered in strange runes and symbols. On the beach, there sat an ogre, fishing with a line tied to his seven-foot spear. As it spotted them, it stood up, and shouted: "Pay homage to the River Goddess or sail no further upon her waters! The Pool awaits your gifts." "Who are you to demand sacrifices from us?" Franz shouted back. "I am Orimir, humble servant of the River Goddess. Cast your offerings into the Pool, and you may pass." "Why should we pay to a filthy ogre and his false goddess for our passage?" the priest replied, fingering his warhammer. "Pay, or face the Children of the River Goddess!" Franz was about to shout back a reply that would surely have doomed their monoxyla, but was silenced by Predeslava, who stepped forward. "We shall pay homage to the River Goddess." With that simple announcement, she tugged a jewelled gold ring off her finger, and dropped it into the pool. It vanished to the depths with a quiet plop. Grudgingly, the adventurers followed suit, all but Franz sending bracelets or rings down to the riverbed. Seemingly sated, the ogre Orimir stepped forward the beach, and placed his huge hand upon the bow of their small craft. In his guttural voice, he began chanting a strange litany, obviously casting a spell. With a dark expression, Franz made no move to stop him. Then, light flared out from under the ogre's splayed fingers. When he stepped back, the men in the boat could see a strange glyph in the wood glowing briefly, and then fading into a hitherto unnoticeable outline. "There. Your ship has been given the blessing of the River Goddess. You may pass." With that, they departed the strange pool. * * * A day later, they came upon a lake, in the middle of the forest. The Haunted Forest would soon end, they knew, and they would come to the Witch Fens, an even more terrible place, a marsh reputedly tainted by Chaos. As the monoxyla left the confines of the river to float on the lake's shimmering surface, a strange event took place. The water around the ship began to foam and spray, as if boiling. With a lurch, it shot forward at the river outlet they could see breaking the line of the opposite beach. The craft was speeding forward at an unnatural pace, the sails threatening to rip. They made it across the lake in mere minutes, and travelled a goodly amount down the river before they lost the momentum. None of them could explain this strange phenomenon, though there were mumblings among the Ovotskians about the blessing of the River Goddess. All were silent, however, as the wall of trees on their both sides gave way to the grey and bleak Witch Fens. The progress through the Witch Fens was even slower than their travel in the Haunted Wood. Here, the stream was choked by mud, clay, debris, and more unsavoury things. A haze of mist hung over everything, and the wind carried the stench of death. They were all wary, constantly on the watch. There were no animals in the Witch Fens. It was the morning of the second day. The adventurers were alerted by one of the Ovotskians, a fellow named Sergej. The bearded man took them to a water hole, explaining that two of the villagers, young men, had disappeared. They had gone fishing, but never returned. At the water hole, there were two fishing rods, and a few dead fish lying in the mud by the pool. Two pairs of tracks led off into the dead wood. "When did they disappear?" Frederich asked. "Last night. Zeir disappearance vasn't noticed until nov," Sergej answered. "These Witch Fens are a dangerous region, correct?" Franz asked, peering critically into the deep wood. "Yes. Very dangerous. Hags live here, it is said." "The men are most likely dead, then?" Sergej looked down, and took a deep, wavering breath. "Yes. Most likely." "Then there is no reason we should go out there and risk both our and the villagers' lives, just because two boys were foolish enough to wander off. I say we leave them behind and continue." The priest's stern gaze challenged anyone to object. Nobody did. They travelled onwards without incident, from then on. There was a silent agreement among the people aboard. They were not harassed, for the Witch Fens had already taken their toll. [/QUOTE]
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