Somehow, in its own wicked and corrupted way. The Foul Marshes had a sense of serenity hanging around, maybe even some form of natures majestic presence. However the truth was for from it, in fact one could say that this was one of the most dangerous places in Fiore. And not because of the dangerous beasts that could lurk in the muddy waters, but mostly because this was considered Savage Skull territory.
It was a rather large and spacious area in an even larger woodsea known as the Spooky Forest. Yet even though the vast growth of thick branches and trees didn't grow here as frequently, it was still hard to see the actual sky when venturing through this area. Since most of the time a thick layer of fog would cloud and cripple any sense of direction one could possibly have.
Yet to some this was actually a familiar sight, namely the members of Savage Skull. A dark guild that resided somewhere hidden in the large land mass, and was almost only reachable by its members or those who were meant to join.
Just like Harrigan and his small party of soldiers and Garm, the undead hound like beings that served as Savage Skulls muscle. Traveling over a small and faintly noticeable trail through the swamp, each and every one of them tried not to step wrongly. As one wrong step into the muddy pools, could lure some creature towards them. Creatures even Harrigan didn't rather mess with, at least not when all the advantages were on his side.
However, when their Garm suddenly started growling at a silhouette in the mist. Everyone else stopped in their tracks. The soldiers immediately reaching for their hilt of their swords, some even slight pulling it out of their sheaths. While Harrigan, just peered into the fog, asking himself whoever it could be.
It was a rather large and spacious area in an even larger woodsea known as the Spooky Forest. Yet even though the vast growth of thick branches and trees didn't grow here as frequently, it was still hard to see the actual sky when venturing through this area. Since most of the time a thick layer of fog would cloud and cripple any sense of direction one could possibly have.
Yet to some this was actually a familiar sight, namely the members of Savage Skull. A dark guild that resided somewhere hidden in the large land mass, and was almost only reachable by its members or those who were meant to join.
Just like Harrigan and his small party of soldiers and Garm, the undead hound like beings that served as Savage Skulls muscle. Traveling over a small and faintly noticeable trail through the swamp, each and every one of them tried not to step wrongly. As one wrong step into the muddy pools, could lure some creature towards them. Creatures even Harrigan didn't rather mess with, at least not when all the advantages were on his side.
However, when their Garm suddenly started growling at a silhouette in the mist. Everyone else stopped in their tracks. The soldiers immediately reaching for their hilt of their swords, some even slight pulling it out of their sheaths. While Harrigan, just peered into the fog, asking himself whoever it could be.
