Skirmish 4: (Five Klicks: Fantasy)
From the Journal of Sigrún Þórsdóttir, Fourth Skirmish.
Rumors of strange, guttural chanting in the marshes drew us back to the wilderness outside the village. On the first day that came where we had only mists instead of rain, we made our push, and ended up facing things truly not of this world.
The marsh was filled with strange, one-eyed demons with skin as slick and green as slime. They were preoccupied with something, and so we were able to set up in the cover of some old ruins.