Robin and his crew have made it to the bottom of the stairs. The land is a morass of bogs, swamp and deep water dotted here and there by the sagging bones of ruined buildings poking from the brown mess of the ground.
Human looking figures pulled themselves out of the muck and started shambling towards the party. The stench was awful, some party members were sickened by the poisonous vapors swirling from the water.
The band of adventurers managed to drag themselves from the deep water. Fortunately they were only lightly equipped. Being weighted down with heavy armour and shields would have made exiting the water much more difficult. The Bog zombies were adept at navigating their home environment and closed quickly. Furtunately they were less adept at fighting and were defeated and driven back
Much is making his way towards one of the treasure markers, the rest of the team have made it out of the river. The ground might be difficult but at least you won't drown.
The first wave of zombies has been defeated and the party struggles forward a few more inches, this is taking forever. Just when it could not get worse it starts raining reducing line of sight to 8 inches and -2 to missile attacks. No campfires tonight.
We struggle forward a bit more and manage to bring down a zombie.
Only for its place to be taken by another waterlogged animated corpse.
This time arrows are not effective and the corpse though fletched with arrows makes it into combat but is beaten back.
The rain turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a cultist patrol arrived in the area, but they were too far away to see the party. They crossed the table uneventfully grumbling in the way of soldiers everywhere sent to patrol a swamp in the rain.
We manage to destroy the zombie and have almost made it to the final house. Nothing is now in front of us.
The cultist patrol is making its way slowly across the area.
We made it to the edge of the table and picked up all the loot so we escaped the patrol in the downpour.
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