The group decides to make camp. Coln and Rhegaer start looking around for good spot to set up. Phadian stands with the Mule as Alrik stays close. Hagwen takes a few steps forward and peers into the mists as if she senses something.
Then the croaking starts. Not the gently croak of the bullfrog singing out to the coming twilight, no this croaking is deeper, rasping, even threatening. It calls and far off there is an answer. There is silence and it calls again. Somewhere, very nearby, there is something making this terrible sound.
the Pale, Elf Hero/Spellbinder (MV 12", AC 9, HD 4/2, hp 11/11, FC Hero, L) helm, bow[/f]
Sorefoot, Hobbet Thief (Lv: 4 AC: 6 Hp 12) Leather+Shield+Dagger, Sling[/f]
[f=55]The Grey Company