The Black Fountain

These odd looking creatures are very muscular and the color of purple. They have blood red eyes, and vines hang from their body. They are quite gruesome creatures. Anything that enters their territory will be taken capture. When the Militan was only just beginning to resist Gondo one of our soldiers ventured off into the swamp. He was soon captured by the vine beasts. They attempted to rescue him but in vain. They saw what gruesome things happened though. They would usually place them into an open arena and fight with one of their strongest warriors. They would stand no chance.

Tanzarian examined the ground with Friculon. "Well what do you think?" said Tanzarian. Friculon took some more time to examine the ground. "We are definitely getting close. I believe only another day this way then we will cut in to Serta." Friculon laughed. "I may not know much about battle, but I know Deckbin better than anyone." They continued their march onward toward Cove. Only a few more days until they arrived. The men were beginning to grow tired though. It had been a long journey thus far. They had managed to escape the hoard of griffins thanks to Boar, but now they grew closer to danger than ever before. Serta forest was not the most safe place in Deckbin. Neither were the swamplands. It would be rough, but if they could win the war now the pay would be much greater than the stakes at hand.

They stopped at evening time. They set up camp once again and made the fire. Fradox sat and played another tune on his guitar. He was a regular bard. While he played he sung softly to ease the men’s spirits. Other times he sung loud and the men danced and sung along with him. He usually did this snacking on Gosh Taffy. After a great battle he would play us a song about war raised with fury. Before battles he would sing of victory and the like. By now the men could not picture the Militan Army without Fradox’s music.

A group of warriors known as the Red-Rock Squad woke up. The Red-Rock Squad was not as strong as the Qaud Squad, but was still strong. They had many battles together, and it was a great honor to be a part of this squad. Tanzarian remembered many good days with Red-Rock before he moved up to the Qaud Squad. The squad moved out of their tent and stretched. Their squad was made of only four selected men. Their was the leader, Courage. The rest were Bravery, Patience, and Innocent. these men were brothers and they were named after certain virtues. Their father was a great warrior for the Militan. Courage looked around in terror. The army was gone.

He called the rest out of their tent and they did not know what to do. They searched frantically in the area for Tanzarian or anyone for that matter. But it was too late. The whole army was already gone into Serta Forest. Bravery and Innocent went up the path more to search but found no one.

Eventually Courage decided they would continue northward, towards the swamplands. Of course, these men didn’t know of the swamplands and what dangers lied there. They didn’t know how much danger they were getting themselves into. After traveling a little ways into the swamps the men began to sink in the rising waters and mud. Traveling was too hard for these four men, especially in the swamplands. They had already abandoned everything except their weapons.