Marsh

It was too cold to move. The shore was there, indeed, I had taken my shift, which was wrapped around my head to keep it dry, and thrown it onto the mossy sward of the land. Then I had done the same with Estarfin's shirt. But it had exhausted me. Throwing two light weight pieces of clothing had exhausted me.

We had all drawn to a halt. Even Parnard, who was the least affected by the inclement weather. 

"Come, m-meldanya, it is not far." I urged Estarfin. He just stood there shaking, his eyes glazed. 

A sketch of the fellowship involved in the live RP "Muck & Mystery in the Marshes", which can be found on LA here: https://laurelinarchives.org/node/65433 

Conducted over 4 live sessions, and featuring 14 RP entries on LA, this trek through the marshes was a lot of fun.  I created the sketch with the help of various screenshots taken of the adventure, many of which are included in the recounts on LA too, but it's nice to work on a group scene for those involved I think.