Fen Telum: The Marsh of Broken Souls

Mud splattered up her legs with every trudging step. Her clothes were covered in muck, and not even her scowling face had been spared. The Marsh of Broken Souls was a foul place. Fanning out to either side of her for farther than she could see, and separated by ten hand-spans each, were Boreant’s Blades—mercenary soldiers with a moderate reputation. Fen had signed on with the band specifically for this mission. Though they didn’t know it, she was also the one who had hired them. She needed them, and if they knew what for, then they wouldn’t have gone; no matter how good the pay.

Read more