What does he see in the jungle?

Iron Ranger wrote:

Cannot see into dense foliage. From this distance it looks impenetrable.

Emral goes to it and grabs a branch.  And cautiously, in case of being watched.

So... all vines?  Okay, then off to the marsh Emral goes.  Cautiously, aware of the potential danger but excited by the adventure.  He laments the loss of his weapons (and spell book?) and hopes to find some suitable replacements soon.  But how could such be found on so remote a place as an island in the seas of lost Hyperborea?!

Last edited by fireinthedust (4/14/2019 12:31 pm)

Emral, empty-handed and in rags, trudges toward the marsh as thirst becomes a gnawing concern. His mind reels with his memorized spells, now fearful of casting them away.

The tide has come in and the marshy swamp is covered in floating seaweed. The tall marsh grasses sway in the wind. All seems natural but - There is a piece of parchment caught between the reeds of the grass 20 yards ahead.

Emral plunges into the incoming seawater. Quickly he's up to his knees in the mud. But he manages to grab the paper.

It's not parchment, it's paper, soaked and torn.

And it's been burned. Charred, scorched. A page from a hymnal, a psalm to Boreas.

A simple song, the page is very familiar, you've seen this before....

In the ruined books, in the scorched church from last night's wicked dream!

Does he see anything else among the reeds?

Emral leaves the water.

d12: 5
d6: 1

ooc:   uuuuuugggghhh, rolling dice ugh rolling dice!

Iron Ranger wrote:

Emral scrambles back to the beach.
and notices something large has washed up in the cove.

Emral goes closer, provided it doesn't look like something that can eat him.