The imp was quite a mess by the time Auron, himself, and Vincent had finished with it, and it dropped to the ground with the ghost of a cackle. He glanced to Vincent; a silent thanks- and moved his foot deftly to kick the horn that the imp tried to sound away. One might consider the act a little excessive- but if one was to look at the corpse of the imp, they should see the hand still animate, actually scrabbling for it -- even though the body- thanks to Vincent's arrow- was pinned by it to the ground.
Imps were not just monsters. They were servants. They watched the Mire and more specifically the Corsair's Graveyard within- alerting any and all other servants to an intruder's presence. Death ment nothing to them. They were servants, even in death. Even completely and utterly destroyed- they would continue to serve.
He left his scimitar unsheathed, and wordlessly carried on ahead of the group. Probably best he stayed a few paces away from them he thought -- that way he could survey the landscape and see what exactly was out and about. He beckoned the others into a small cave -- a natural tunnel of land that carried on for a while. All was silent, save for his almost unnoticable footsteps and the squishing sound of odd creatures, spherical, and eyeless leeches pottering around the tunnel's damp floor.
Finally, they came out to an enormous body of water with lilypads actually forming a path through it. It was the source of all of the stinking fog so prevailant in the Mire, and the fog rose from it in a heavy, continuous flow. surrounding the lilypads were Jnuns, the creatures the Immortal had spoke of before. Enormous lumps of rotting flesh -- with no eyes, no limbs, merely what passed for a head. (Though more accurately, a lump of flesh upon the bigger lump that formed their bodies) The smell of the creatures and the marsh was almost unbearable, but their lack of movement suggested they were sleeping.
Not waking them was the highest priority.
Finally he spoke, voice little more than a whisper. The look in his eyes suggested to the others, should they choose to respond, to do so in the same manner.
" This is the Deadmist Marsh. We need to cross the lilypads to get to the other side. The staging point should be a short walk from the bank. Do not fear. The pads can easily hold our combined weight. They will not drift, and they will not sink. But.."
Well, they wouldn't drift for a reason. He didn't want Eiko to see that reason.
"Eiko." he asked, moving to one knee and looking at the girl. "...It would feel safer if I carried you.." One reason was behind that. The marsh was full of preserved bodies from two hundred years past. She was doing her best to be brave, but something told him she probably wouldn't be... Not when she saw the corpses of the Empire's soldiers staring up at her - and of course the Ephramadian citizens which the Empire's soldiers had slain as they'd ran from them back then. Some of the bodies in there were of children even younger than her.
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Imps were not just monsters. They were servants. They watched the Mire and more specifically the Corsair's Graveyard within- alerting any and all other servants to an intruder's presence. Death ment nothing to them. They were servants, even in death. Even completely and utterly destroyed- they would continue to serve.
He left his scimitar unsheathed, and wordlessly carried on ahead of the group. Probably best he stayed a few paces away from them he thought -- that way he could survey the landscape and see what exactly was out and about. He beckoned the others into a small cave -- a natural tunnel of land that carried on for a while. All was silent, save for his almost unnoticable footsteps and the squishing sound of odd creatures, spherical, and eyeless leeches pottering around the tunnel's damp floor.
Finally, they came out to an enormous body of water with lilypads actually forming a path through it. It was the source of all of the stinking fog so prevailant in the Mire, and the fog rose from it in a heavy, continuous flow. surrounding the lilypads were Jnuns, the creatures the Immortal had spoke of before. Enormous lumps of rotting flesh -- with no eyes, no limbs, merely what passed for a head. (Though more accurately, a lump of flesh upon the bigger lump that formed their bodies) The smell of the creatures and the marsh was almost unbearable, but their lack of movement suggested they were sleeping.
Not waking them was the highest priority.
Finally he spoke, voice little more than a whisper. The look in his eyes suggested to the others, should they choose to respond, to do so in the same manner.
" This is the Deadmist Marsh. We need to cross the lilypads to get to the other side. The staging point should be a short walk from the bank. Do not fear. The pads can easily hold our combined weight. They will not drift, and they will not sink. But.."
Well, they wouldn't drift for a reason. He didn't want Eiko to see that reason.
"Eiko." he asked, moving to one knee and looking at the girl. "...It would feel safer if I carried you.." One reason was behind that. The marsh was full of preserved bodies from two hundred years past. She was doing her best to be brave, but something told him she probably wouldn't be... Not when she saw the corpses of the Empire's soldiers staring up at her - and of course the Ephramadian citizens which the Empire's soldiers had slain as they'd ran from them back then. Some of the bodies in there were of children even younger than her.