Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160209213345/@comment-25038310-20160229170246

The swamp was quite eery and strange. The party of Undead, as they set out and picked their way among the trees, carefully avoided the writhing and interlacing roots of the willows that were present at the side of the road. There was no undergrowth. The ground was rising steadily, and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller, darker and thicker. Murk encroached upon the travellers as they continued along the small path.

There was little to no sound, save for the occasional drip of moisture that fell through the still leaves.

The Undead all got an uncomfortable feeling as if they were being watched with dissaproval, deepening to dislike and even enmity. This strange feeling steadily grew as they advanced through these swamps.

As they continued trudging along the path, it constantly started to fade in certain places and break up, before reappearing yet again a few meters further. However, as they advanced the trees grew closer to each other and were almost barring the way, making all of them somewhat nauseous.

Up to now, they had managed to keep up with the long swirly path, though every now and then the trees drew in and overshadowed it with their dark boughs. The air grew hot and stuffy, and now more than ever they felt the ill will of the wood pressing against their bodies. The sounds they made as they occasionally tripped on the thick roots of the trees or rustled through dead leaves seemed to thud in their ears.

They had almost ascended the hill they were climbing, which would most likely give them a clearer view of their surroundings. There was no other hill such as this one in the area, by the looks of it.