Valnar forcefully pulled a leg out of the knee high muck releasing the rotting stench of decaying plants and possibly animals from the sticky, oozing muck of the swamp. Trekking through a swamp in midday hadn't been his best idea but the villagers had been insistent that he leave immediately and not wait for cover of darkness. The villagers had told him that the swamp became impassably dangerous at night and they would not allow him to venture into it under cover of darkness. The whole reason that the drow was slogging through a swamp in the scorching heat of the day was the creature that villagers claimed was stalking their draining teams and killing without eating, the death toll was already at 35 and the villages were no longer sending draining teams. Valnar quickly gathered what he needed, mostly more information regarding the attacks, and headed into the swamp. The swamp itself would probably be what claimed his life even before he ever found the creature.
Valnar pulled his cloak through the muck and grasping brambles, wiped a muddy hand across his forehead and silently reviewed the information that the villagers had provided him. The attacks usually happened during the night while most of the draining teams were resting, no amount of barrier that the teams erected seemed to keep the creature from killing and, most unusual of all, there was no evidence of eating. Of course there were the expected tooth and claw marks but all the bodies seemed to remain intact despite how violent or how far away the body parts seemed to be. Valnar shook his head, it certainly didn't make any sense and as an aspiring ranger he was determined to discover the source of these unnatural attacks and put and end to it.
Quite suddenly Valnar's boot met firm, dry earth hidden underneath a patina of muck and Valnar gratefully stood on firm ground covered in sludge from his knees down. Valnar set to removing as much of the mud as he could, even being on dry land it would still be slow going if his legs were encased in a giant sheath of dirt. While his cloak and boots were drying in the sun Valnar began to scout the area, he should be getting close to the last draining camp that was attacked and he had a suspicion that he may have found it. The dry area it seemed stretched in a semicircular shape a couple hundred feet from where Valnar first climbed out of the swamp proper. At first there didn't seem to be any sign this was a draining camp then Valnar began discovering these small strange objects scattered through the mud. The objects appeared to be some sort of tube or cylindrical object, Valnar assumed they were used to drain the swamp either to siphon water away from the area or a magical item used to absorb water.
Valnar bent and removed one of the tubes from the ground and quickly dropped it back into the mud. When he had picked it up it had bent in two places and had a bloodied end, Valnar was standing in a field of fingers. Fighting through his revulsion Valnar collected all the fingers that he could find and the number had come to 25, 25 fingers within just a couple hundred feet of ground. "Something horrible has happened here." Valnar thought, "Something horrible and against the laws of nature. No creature I know would leave something like this, unless this isn't a creature? Could the villagers be confused?" Valnar wished he had some way of destroying the fingers but what little wood there was couldn't be lit for the water and mud and he knew no fire spells, he ended up digging a deep hole with his foot and burying all the fingers within.
Valnar stood a moment wracked by the implications of these attacks. The violence, the savagery didn't fit with any animal he knew most attacks you'd find a nearly complete corpse with pieces missing because they'd been devoured. This was almost backwards, he had pieces but the corpses were missing and he had a sinking feeling that, given a bit more searching, the corpses would be found not far away.
It was nearing dusk when Valnar, cut and spattered in mud, found the corpses he had been looking for, 3 to be exact. The bodies were fresh and had attracted all sorts of swamp parasites to feed but there were no large chunks missing as one would expect from a large animal attack. Leeches covered almost every inch of exposed skin sucking every ounce they could from the quickly coagulating veins, beetles and other insects were removing pieces of exposed flesh that the leeches hadn't touched or were done with and, judging from the way that one of their arms were writhing, something rather large had worked it's way inside.
Valnar trudged back to where his boots and cloak were conjured up a hearty soup within knotted bit of bark he had found and began preparing for the long and miserable night ahead of him. The drow placed his boots back on, now full of mud inside and out, fastened his cloak and dug a lounge type chair in the surrounding mud. Valnar was not going to sleep this night.
OOC: Poe
Alignment is subject to change
Valnar can be a little bit of a ditz early on, this also will change as time goes on.
FRIDAY-SUNDAY AND WEDNESDAY DURING THE WEEK I'M GOING TO MAKE MY POSTING DAYS. I DO HAVE YOUNG'UNS SO BARE WITH ME :D