Isengrimm Marsh

“It will take three days to go through the Isengrimm’s” Jane responds with quick gusto “There is no way we can travel at night due to the terrain and creatures.

”Bah…silly girl only the creatures in the Isengrimm are small everything else is a myth“ Robert shrugs his granddaughter belief in false stories” That story is an old folk tale, and I know it because I walked in there in the middle of the night when I was younger.“

”Was the moon full?“

”Your listening to the new story not the original story of those myths“ Robert’s voice perked up as he felt as his duty to the young generation to correct the unfortunate false pretenses of updating stories. When the original have not been entirely lost when one looks deep into the stories themselves.

”No…I’m…“Jane quickly cut off as Faervel steps in between the two of them.

”The trip we take is far greater then some old fart and a mere child bickering. I do not sleep and have the abilities to handle any small time mythological creatures if there may be alone. Robert is aware from his time with me in the past.“Faervel interjecting scorns both of them wanting to get this over with ”Isengrimm is the direction I took to get here in the first place and it is the fastest towards Aric’s Run.“

With the debate over the three begin the journey through Isengrimm’s Marsh. Robert in front with Jane in the middle and Faervel in the back to keep an eye on the two of them. Never did she have these issues with Robert in the past, so they must arisen over time. In the past he simply took the path he felt was right and not once was he hesitant nor bothersome. If a question came up questioning him he simply changed course of what he saw fit.

No trail within the marsh lands so the horses had to follow slowly and carefully over the moist over green lands. A handful of pockets of trees in the distance. Little creatures swim in the water near them, small land animals scurry along with each passing step, and the birds of prey fly high above waiting for one of them to fall and die.

Couple nights and still no legendary creatures that Faervel had seen. Jane felt cheated and betrayed while her grandfather could only watch. They were delayed with rain the last day in and had to stay the night in the marshes one more time before heading out by midday. This night Jane decided to fake her sleep and keep an eye on Faervel.

She was surprised by the elf’s composure and solitude all this time. Mixed feelings fluttered within as to weather this idea of traveling to far away lands was a good idea. Sure she is with her grandfather who has traveled the lands before, but never has she gone this far in her lifetime. Entering the marshes in the past she only got within a nights travel.

Ready to give up on all legendary mythological creatures the marshes held she heard a siren in the distances. Quickly jumping up to see where it came from. Faervel without looking towards her, but toward the direction of the sound responds by her companions alertness” About time you sit up the creature has been in my sight this past hour.“

”What!?“Jane groggily responds still half asleep trying to figure out what the noise is. In the distance both spot a bright light dangling in front a shaded creature moving sluggishly slow toward them. They watch as it makes another siren sound.

A loud splash of water floods right in front of them with no time to react as yet another creature comes out of the water to make the same siren sound. Carefully studying the creature in front of them move Faervel gasps realizing what type of creature this is” This is an Auria. A rare species most commonly seen near spots of water. It is a peaceful giant slug that often is told that when you see two it means you will have great luck in romance soon.“

”But I’m not in love with anyone?“Jane puzzled by Faervel’s’ description of this odd creature.

Faervel turning away from the Auria who begin mating to look toward Jane with amusement she half laughs at this child’s way of words” Go to sleep child you will understand soon enough when the time arouses.“Without a struggle for words Jane simply yawns and goes to sleep without arguing. She was happy to know the legends are somewhat true.