Chapter 11

Ordinary runecraft never reacted with that much energy, so she was sure it wasn’t just swamp labor tool leaving the traces.

“Sergeant Wriixer, bring us to the island on the north east. The thickest group with the bent down swamp tree.” Wriixer turned the boat, the vessel tugged and cracked as marsh reeds were ripped apart by the paddle. As they neared the place, a strange smell began to permeate their surroundings. Likaya thought it was only her but she noticed the others reacting in some manner of disgust.

“Lieutenant, you smell that?” She asked, noticing that Froster had put his left hand on his nose.

“Yes I do mam. I believe it’s a Rot spell of some sort.”

“Rot spell? That’s infernal magic isn’t it? Skolic stuff?”

“Yes mam, but more likely it was a rune stored weapon smuggled to the Kolysians.” Likaya reviewed th