Chapter 4: The Witch House
Grog led the party through the hostile swamp terrain. Tara sensed that any magic in the land there wasn’t overt, but the result of gradual corruption by the Witch that they pursued. Her malice permeated every root, limb, leaf, and rock of the Swamp they traversed. Their feet sank up to their ankles in black mud that clung like an earthen fist. Gwyll swooped overhead, goading them on with persistent hoots. Azatch saw the black robe of the old woman in the distance, ducking into a dense row of bushes.
Several minutes later, they made their way though the mud toward those bushes. Azatch took the lead and hacked the worst of the brush away for his companions. When they emerged from the bushes, they found the river. An old wooden bridge led across the slow waters to an islet, where an enormous old oak tree stood. The tree was long dead, the bark looked like grayish wooden scales. Gnarled limbs twisted and stretched over the islet like deformed arms. The bridge encircled the tree, where they saw an enormous old cottage atop a platform built into the upper level of a trunk the size of a fortress.
Azatch & Cela saw the old witch enter the cottage with her bagged captives in tow…