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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 927617" data-attributes="member: 8222">Slogging through the mire that is this Hell-Hole, the Band gives rise to a whole new generation of mites,leeches and ticks, so freat is their contribution of blood.It sems that the mucky Path goes on forever, the sound of distant Elvish insults replaced by the *Shlooop* *Shlooop* of boots pulling themselves up from muddy ground, as well as bargo's muttering and the occassionaly bicker or snide comment from Midnight Fang Valrack and Wekerak.Hours pass, and dawn comes, though a sickly overcast sun it is that shines down balefully upon you.'First thing that has gone right all week'  says Valrack smugly as the hated Sun fights to cut through the haze. One thing that had been absent in the night is the oppressive heat, the temperature soaring ( along with the insect assaults).Then, abruptly, Midnight Fang stops, signaling the others to do so as well.Before you, in a small clearing is a Cottage. Situated upon a semi-dry hummock, a vine-covered stone house some 15' tall sits like a spider in the center of it's web...which may be closer to the truth, seeing as the Hags have such a pleasant reputation.No animals are visible, nor is the occupant of the House.The air is cut by the *Heerummph* of Bullfrogs and the neverending bite of insects.</blockquote>