Fable had been walking through the marsh. It smelled of dead and decaied things. Fable had atleast killed two orcs along his journy. Fable believed that, the more you fought, the better you became. Fable looked around at his surroundings. It was dead tress, mossy hills, and rotting logs. Fable saw something ahead of him. It was some kind of stone. Fable kept to a normal pace. He didnt want to get to close incase something might be there. Fable ran behind a tree. Nothing. He walked closer to it and he heard a silent whisper. The whisper said death. Fable ran out of there. When he was far away from the stone he stoped and looked behind him. Nothing but mist. Fable continued upon his trail.

"Ouch!" Zan shouted loudly when he, during his usual stroll through the haunted marsh, didn't pay attention to a low hanging branch and hit his head.

He cursed under his breath and touched his forehead, feeling a long wound running from his hairline to his left eyelid. He didn't mind scars or the pain, but the blood trickling down into his eyes was pretty annoying. He cursed again and swept his long silvery hair out of his face, determined to continue his walk.

When he stepped forwards, he got in trouble again though. His thick black boots got stuck in the mud and he had to grab a trunk to maintain his balance, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face. He growled angrily, losing his patience and spread his small bat-like wings, flapping them rapidly to get into the air and out of the mud.

Eventually, he was able to do it and he landed on a safe spot again, with a relieved but agitated look in his dark eyes. He stretched his back and looked around, not really knowing where to go now seeing that he had left the path a long time ago, and placed his hand on the hilt of his katana when he heard nearby noises.

He pricked up his ears and narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better sight but all he saw were trees with veins in them that were blocking his view.

Oh well... let's hope it won't be enemies, then.. I'd better be careful.

He smirked evilly and continued walking.