The group exited the treeline and found themselves standing just before an expanse of shallow (hopefully) murky water that stretched as far as they could see. Perhaps they would have been able to see further if it wasn't for the fact that before them was a strange sight that Calanon had not reported. 
"Why didn't you say anything?" Beren asked his Elven friend as he began to wade into the water, unsheathing his badlr Axe and unsure of what to do. 
"They were not here before." Calanon replied, already stringing his bow and setting it ready. Geradin blustered into his beard at the sight. The great sloshing of what was before them could be heard even where they stood, for about 30 yards into the marsh was a battle of epic proportions. A bog creature, standing fully 12 feet tall hunched, burly and ape-like in proportion and covered in reeds and swamp leaves gargled a challenge at its opponent. A heavily armored and very large (though still Dwarfed in comparison to the monster) Lizardman of marsh-green scales hissed and banged its Hand and a Half Sword upon its shield, at the monster, returning the challenge. It seemed they had been fighting for awhile, for both had blood splattered about them. "Come faccccce me!" the Lizardman cried. "I am not done yet! You are my next meal!"
Around the creatures were various small 'islands' of soft earth, surrounded by waist deep water (seemingly, and by human standards).
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