Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield
"We should have left you here to die, Remenissions," Dorian stated. "we need to leave. Now. Our tracks may last a little while longer. The trees should give them some cover."
"Or perhaps not," Coryn shook his head.
"And yet, you did not." Remenissions replied. The rain cleaned off portions of his armor, making it a patch work of tarnished metal, leather and filth.
"I came with the party. To save your hide." Dorian said, fists clenched.
"Again, your own decision," Remenissions replied.
"Fellows let us be about our business," Coryn interrupted.
"Now enough," Dorian agreed with the cleric. "We need to decide what we're going to do, and do it.
"Well," Justian spoke first, "I am going to find the camp and relay its location to the Commander."
"At least scout the camp, if not willing to attack." Haeming said.
Dorian frowned and shook his head, "the best option is still just to leave before our tracks wash away. We have no idea how far the camp is."
"And neither would the militia, if we didn't find out," Haeming countered.
"Let us hurry to the enemy camp. Time runs short." Justian said. The young warrior had to squint to see his companions clearly through the sheets of cold rain.
"Depending on the camp's numbers," Remenissions said, "we need to attack while it is raining."
Haeming nodded his agreement as he pulled his cloak tightly around himself, "we'd have the surprise with rain covering our smell and sound."
"So we do need to hurry before the rain ends." Remenissions said, strapping his oversized shield onto his back once more. "If there are in the numbers of dozens and no obvious choke points nearby then we will return to the estate."
"We shouldn't attack," Justian protested," just locate it. We can come back with the Militia once we only find it."
"Very well let us be about it. We have agreed to at least find the camp." Coryn said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Remenissions walked the same direction as before, taking care to avoid the pool that had nearly claimed his life. Justian and Haeming followed.
Dorian watched the two follow Remenissions muttering about arrogant fools under his breath before heading after them.
"Oh how you test me," Coryn silently prayed as he followed close behind the ranger. He need not worry about the limited sight caused by the rain. He could follow Dorian's cursing if need be.
The rain refused to let up as once again Dorian took point. The path they were on curved, and straightened. The fellows walked so close they would step on each others' heels. Keeping track of time had been difficult before, with the rain it became impossible.
Dorian knew it had been a while, his eyes hurt from squinting, and his knees hurt from kneeling. Eventually a large hillock rose to their left, to their right marshy land dropped off to murky water as far as they could see. The water was near black, like the shallow water they had seen before. Though Dorian suspected it was much deeper.
Dorian held up his hand.
"What? What is it?" Coryn asked, his hand to his mace. The other fellows quickly followed suit.
"Something moved." Dorian said.
"How can you tell?" Justian pulled out his blade.
"There!" Dorian pointed to the brush uphill of fellows.
A band of lizard men stared back at them. Their scales were bright green, and they had red-brown fur draped over them, hanging from leather baldrics. They dwarfed the companions, the large clubs and makeshift spears they carried only made the fellows more cautious.
"Ranger, can these lizard men swim?" Remenissions hissed through clenched teeth.
"Most can, yes," The ranger replied. He held his bow ready, though he had not grabbed an arrow from his quiver. He could not tell if his palms were sweating or his own gloves had soaked through from the rain.