The Elder Scrolls: Foxfall, Fruitfall - Vol. 2 of 4
Living in the marsh, swims-with-wolves had smelled far worse than wet fur, though she clucked her tongue at something else. "i thought you only slept under the stars." sharp teeth clattering, he managed a retort.
The Counsel of Dibella
A soft growl rose in her throat before she could stop it, and the memories of the flight from black marsh came crashing back.
The nymph
The faintest little giggle reached my ear and i turned, seeing a little rustle in the grassy marsh... i wasn't letting it get away again.
A Dawn's March Away. (XIII)
"all the men are prepared to march now at you're liege, as the smiths are finishing with their work, the archers have their bows strung and are ready, also the catapults and ballista's are ready and functional, and lastly, if we marsh now, we shall arrive
From the Other Side
Salt marsh, deep murky mud, and tentacles. three words began to define me, came to me with each beat of my heart one after the other. surrender, gift, sacrifice.
A trip to Iz'noth
The group were trekking through the murky and dank atmosphere of the plagued marsh, set on finding the small demon town of iz'noth.
Emperor's Shadow: Chapter 6+7
The air seemed to still around him, even the marsh growing duller with each breath he took. “there are sixty between us and the steps. some hunters, others practicing spells.”
Radioactive Toy (or The Post-Apocalypse Pygmalion) Part 3
Professor marsh gave each of the group a dour look. the gecko hadn't slept.
A Late Halloween (WARNING: Incest & Clonecest)
Wasting not a second more, crisp was off , running towards the treeline that concealed the marsh where he would hopefully be safe.
Just a Quick Meal
marsh and anything else in between.
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapters Eighty Five - Ninety One
The marsh spread on endlessly, clean, pure water as far as he could see. in one direction, a thick, lush forest covered them marsh. wooden structures peeked from the trees in one place.
Emperor's Shadow: Prologue +Chapter 1
He motioned for the dragon to shift to the left, and just as he complied, he hurled another spear into the marsh, skewering another fish for dinner. “are we not having a conversation!”