Turnip28 and The Kings own 23rd Boggy Marsh Rutabagas – Part 11

A low green mist wraps around the roots of old dead trees like the long fingers of death trying to drag down wicked souls to hell.

The congealed mud that drowns the land shudders and clumps of fungi that desperately cling to life start to quake.

At first a hand rips out from the sodden earth closely followed by a thick muscular arm, then a shoulder and then a large helmed head. 

Moments later the troll-beast has completely emerged from the muck and reaches back down into the dirt. The monster drags out a long filthy spear and raises it to the moon. 

The troll-beast has been summoned and has been given cause. The troll-beast will not rest again until the blood of its enemies stain the mud from which it came. 



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