Locklaklazarii
Acolyte of a New God
As soon as they made it into the Marsh their world perspective changed, the sun struggled to surpass the trees and the thickness of the air. The air chocked at the light and the outfit. With every step the Marsh grew more malicious, as they drew further in they began to feel as if they were drowning in the air. The ground was sticky and moist and with every step the thin veil of fog that covered the floor was exposed, then after a delay quickly engulfed. Their now 3 hour walk felt like a day, they had barely even made it in getting diverted by plants and terrain. The sounds around them swelled with every manner of creatures. The band of Heroes would stop and rest next to their first real challenge, a deceivingly shallow looking river about 10 meters wide. They are on the shore, the smell of the murky water infesting their nose, and the small bit of sunlight peaking through the trees in beams. The air was wet and hot, it felt very close to the temperature to boil water.