>>5288523Going east seems like a good way to start. If the sporadic movement of the mana clumps is anything to go by they may also not be friendly with whoever the blessed ones are.
Quickly and tirelessly I wade through the swamp water. The torso height of murky water doing nothing to deter me.
After some short time I reached my target destination. A village of some kind. Many huts are attached to swamp trees with poles to support them above the water. Connected by a network of bridges. Not anything unique for a swamp village. The interesting bit are the inhabitants.
They seem to look like people wearing rags over the entirety of their bodies. A normal man's eyes would have been deceived. But I am no normal man. With mage sight i see the creatures true selves. The rags are their actual skin. They grew up with it. Under said skin is a chaotic mish mash of flesh and organs.
They seem to be in quite a rush. Many boats are being filled with what you assume are their females and young. All of them carrying food as the ones capable of fighting arm themselves and give goodbyes to the escapees.
While you watch I notice the holy clumps are getting closer to the village. 'I might have been too soon on the assumption that they were here for me, but that is yet to be confirmed'
What shall i do?
>Go into hiding and wait out the holy clumps>Reveal yourself to the doll people and introduce yourself, perhaps offer assistance>Sneak in and perhaps gather some information>Intercept the holy clumps before they can reach the village>write-in 