Distorted auras of purple-blues with white spirals or something along those lines that conveniently cut away a short distance from Chili's head silhouette would be visible over Star and Goody's heads were this a world where such artistic interpretations could manifest in reality, that was the level of dread the two Beanies were feeling in regards to just being in the Marsh Flats. Chili, being the foodie simpleton that they were, on the other hand, merely saw the swamps as yet another hunting ground for ingredients and could barely give a damn that the puddles and pools might be deep enough that they could never escape ever again (even if they would actually float on water by default and it was a somewhat irrational fear for the most part). Demony quite liked this order of things, the horrid sensations of travelling along the damp, muddy marshes aside. The two lovebears' collective depression all but overpowered whatever excitement the polar bear was exuding, so all was well by its books even as the fog thickened by the minute and the quartet was now absolutely lost in the middle of nowhere. Oh dear.

It all started, as usual, when Chili had yet another harebrained idea about venturing into the Marsh Flats despite Star and Goody being adamantly against it, and Demony, being Demony, saw fit to take Chili's side in this case for maximum suffering and so it was that the quartet entered the swamps. The beginning wasn't all that bad since the Travelling Beanbag meant that they had to take the widest and the most stable routes. It was after they found civilization that things got hairy, because Chili wanted more exploration like the greedy Beanie that they were. The end result was being a little too far inland when the thick fog suddenly set in, which made it exceedingly difficult for them to find their way back.

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Quest Name: Into the Marsh
Participants: Two or more
Location: Marsh Flats
Post Requirements: 4 post per person, 200 words per post
Description: You have been asked by Lloyd to venture into the swamp and study a Bogaboo, however the trip has already started off rough. A thick mist has settled across the region making your trip into the swamp even more difficult than normal. The first part of your task is to simply find your way. After getting lost in the dangerous bog, you need to find an area that resembles some sort of safety, and set up camp. This venture may take you a few days, or even weeks, so you need somewhere safe to set up and stay at for a little while.

“~Oh why am I in the marsh, my feet so damp, yes they are, I think I might go crazy if any grime gets my guitar~”, a voice would sing as they stepped through the mush and gush that was the Black Bog. Torrin Norixus had found himself in yet another precarious situation and this time around he was all alone and in the most funky conditions. Though it was for a good cause at least since he was going to be helping out this scholarly-looking fellow named Lloyd. After one of his tavern performances, the enigmatic professor came up to him and pleaded for the draconynh to help him in his research. Never the one to dismiss someone’s plea for aid Torrin immediately agreed not fully as prepared as he probably should be but that never stopped him before. So the wise old-timer asked him to get some information about the dreaded bogaboo. Although the name itself spooked Torrin he knew he couldn’t let this poor old man down so after getting the rundown about the creature’s habits and locations he quickly ran off determined to help Mr. Lloyd in his research.

He continued sprinting until he ended up in front of the black bog and as he stepped forward immediately the surroundings became entrenched in an almost overwhelming fog.

“Well that’s surely not a good sign ain’t it? I didn’t know that we were in for some foggy weather today but hey it’s not the worst thing ever. Now all I gots to do is just find that bogaboo fella and report back to Lloyd can’t be that hard can it? Plus I’m sure I can make a really good song from this experience so besides the solars I’m getting paid in inspiration which is way better than money”, the draconynh would ramble to himself as he trudged along trying to find any signs of life or un-life.