Loghain didn’t hesitate. With a curt nod, he pushed forward, muscles tensed, senses stretching outward as he followed the invisible thread of awareness the magic had granted him. The swamp was dense here, reeds swaying in a slow, rhythmic dance with the wind. Water sloshed around his boots as they moved deeper into the mire, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something… off.
He pressed forward until the reeds parted into a small clearing, a patch of dry earth raised slightly above the waterline. And there, slumped against the twisted roots of a gnarled tree, was a corpse.
Or at least, it *should* have been a corpse.
The body was gaunt, skin stretched tight over sharp bones, its clothes tattered and damp with muck. At first, it looked like some unfortunate traveler who had collapsed and died here long ago. But then its head snapped up.
Milky eyes locked onto them. A low, rattling breath escaped from its cracked lips.
And then, hoarse but eerily clear, the thing *spoke.*
“You’re late.”
Loghain’s sword was in his hand before he even registered the motion. His gut reaction was to *kill,* because whatever this was, it shouldn’t be talking. But he didn’t strike. Not yet.
@Morrigan
It’s not just an animal,Loghain muttered.
There’s something else. Something wrong.
He pressed forward until the reeds parted into a small clearing, a patch of dry earth raised slightly above the waterline. And there, slumped against the twisted roots of a gnarled tree, was a corpse.
Or at least, it *should* have been a corpse.
The body was gaunt, skin stretched tight over sharp bones, its clothes tattered and damp with muck. At first, it looked like some unfortunate traveler who had collapsed and died here long ago. But then its head snapped up.
Milky eyes locked onto them. A low, rattling breath escaped from its cracked lips.
And then, hoarse but eerily clear, the thing *spoke.*
“You’re late.”
Loghain’s sword was in his hand before he even registered the motion. His gut reaction was to *kill,* because whatever this was, it shouldn’t be talking. But he didn’t strike. Not yet.
Morrigan?His voice was a growl.
@Morrigan
02-11-2025, 10:27 AM
