Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Laulatith notices a few sets of eyes in the swamp, with more emerging as they continue down the trail. 37 sees in the distance the faint outline of an island in the glow of Zarantyr's light. The eyes around them continue to converge on the group, yet, 37 notices that the creatures do not appear to want to leave the water. One of the creatures comes right up to the shore, the quickly retreats, vanishing with barely a splash beneath the black surface.

Tryne passes a large tree as they come to a stop a seemingly safe distance from the edge. Kalli stops just a ahead. In the dark, she is unable to see far into the swamp. "Do you see anything?", she asks quietly.

In the inky water, the sound of water churning is clearly heard. Meepo sees flashes of his mist vision, unseen creatures swarming something beneath the surface flood his mind as his broom falters.

Meanwhile, all eyes in the water have disappeared.

The dim light prevents Torhak from seeing much in the distance, but he can just make out an island about twenty five feet across the swamp.

As Meepo takes out his trusty broom, he feels it shake in his hand.

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As Meepo gives the broom his command, he can feel the magic in his broom flickering. It shakes violently, but the kobold is able to hold on.

Meepo seems genuinely confused by the broom's behaviour and is uncertain what could be causing it.

Thinking back to the shrieking dragon did it look like the dragon was shrieking due to warning meepo, scared or what waits below, aggressive towards Meepo, etc

Meepo reflects once more on the vision. Echoes of it fill his mind. Trying to reconcile the reality of the dark and quiet swamp with the fear inducing vision. As the looping vision fades once more, he sees the dragon begins to aim toward the inky water, or perhaps toward the far shore. While he is uncertain of what has attracted the dragon, Meepo can tell that he is not the target.

Meanwhile, Vice is constantly bombarded by the battle from the perspective of the shore. Tarin avoids the water as his cohorts scream in terror. The wagon is thrown from the water as the two horses are pulled beneath the surface. Virtue struggles to her feet on the island ahead. Tarin releases the knives from his grip and they sail with lethal accuracy across the water and toward the goblin woman. Her yellow tunic soiled by the black water, torn by an unseen foe, she struggles for the cover of the overturned wagon. Then the vision fades once more.