[color=brown][h1]Bludmach: Outskirts[/h1][/color][hr][hr]

As things seemed to settle into quiet. All that could be heard between the 4 was the gurgling of swamp gas and the ethereal creak of Klaus’ spiritual vessel sinking into the displaced muck of the marsh. As Kvasir stomped over to the finish of the creature, however, he’d find nothing but a few small red beads that seemed to have adorned the monster, cracked from the force of the impact.

Malon, lifting himself up with a pained groan as he did his best to get the most of the caustic gunk off of any exposed part of himself as he could with a gloved hand, looked around with a rather nervous energy. 

[b]“Hey, uh. . . Mr. Wolfman? Can that ship of yours fly by any chance? I don’t think the cart is going to be in proper shape af-GACK.”[/b] The soft-spoken Marsh Runners' words were cut off as a black tendril wrapped itself around his neck and slammed his head down onto the ground with a hard thud. His body went limp as from beneath him, the creature rose, though it’s figure was more. . .transparent than it had before. For Kvasir and Klaus, however, very little time would be afforded to ponder such things, as a sudden pressure around their ankles was all the warning they’d get before their legs were ripped out from underneath them, two more figures rising above them. Amorphous blobs of transparent mist and shadows with a pulsating red core at their center, the surprise attack would be followed by even more tendrils coiling around the two men in an attempt to push them into the caustic muck.

The most solid one, however, did not seem intent on staying. With a swiftness, it gathered up the limp body of Malon and started to fly across the Marsh in a jet of inky blackness, aiming to leave with the Runner rather than continue the fight.
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 [h1]White Harbor[/h1][hr][hr]

[h3]Team Bessie: Quest Start[/h3]
As Serena gives a wave to see you on your quest, the three of you make your way to the docks. The sounds of waves breaking against the dock supports are nearly masked by the hustle and bustle of the excited fisherman looking eagerly towards the water and busy dock workers moving to and fro.

The reasoning for this excitement was quick to show itself, however, as from the depths of the bay a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/30/0f/30/300f307e7da3594c1d0e1ab86c9d6ac9.jpg]rather large creature[/url] sprung forth from the water jaws snapping at something overhead before it fell back into the waves. Waves that now rushed towards the dock, building up into some rather massive crests as they surged forth. However, before they could even get close, an array of runic sigils would pop up a little distance away from the docs, holding the massive surge of water back. If they looked, the group would see that on little rowboats not to far away from the barrier were a few men holding out there hands, likely the ones maintaining the barrier.

One such rowboat was pulling up to dock now, carrying in a rather exhausted looking young man who barely seemed to manage enough strength to tie his boat to the supports.

[@Sanguine Rose][@j8cob][@pkken]