Oodehn was far from home. If the massive humanoid's primitive mind could have truly grasped just how far, he would, no doubt, have resigned himself that he would never see his people again. As it was, the Sasquatch continued onward. He reflected on his travels, he had seen many things; living metal, desolate wastelands, ferocious mutant beasts, but the most dangerous animal he had yet encountered was the hooman. Those descendants of the ancient tree-killers struggled on, continuing to fight long after their time on Terra was over. Oodehn froze…sniffed the air, a hooman was about. Very near, yes, very near…

Fecus made his way through the choking vines of kudzu, he was lost… The road was supposed to be this way! Nuke it all! Now what the hell was he gonna do, he was no woodsman, all this "jungle" freaked the crap out of him. He should have never left the caravan. But he had to get word to Balkan, the Baron would reward him handsomely for the information he had. Hell, he might even get to peek into the Concubine baths! Now that would be a treat! First he had to get out of this friggin Kudzu. Moving faster, and even more recklessly, he failed to notice the growing dampness in the ground and air. The biting gnats and flies no doubt distracted him, but even a semi-idiot would know he was entering marshland. Fecus, tripped fell into a marshy puddle, more gnats filled the air. "Arrghh! I gotta get out of this mess!" Fecus stumbled onward.

Oodehn watched the bumbling hooman. What was the creature doing, flailing about in the woods? The hooman acted like it had just eaten Witchweed. Oodehn decided to follow the hooman, more out of curiosity than anything else. He absently dug a bloodbur from his thick fur.

Fecus struggled through the wetlands, he realized he was in the marsh, which ran near the Ancient roadway, at least he hoped it was that marsh. Feeling not quite so lost, he hurried his pace. Then he realized a small river separated the road from the marsh. Not to be deterred, Fecus waded out into the mud & muck. If he could find a large enough log, he could paddle it across and make it to the fort before nightfall. He shuddered at the thought of being out here at night…absently he checked his pack, feeling the Glow Cube in the its pocket, well at least he would have light, should it come to that. The thick mud rose above his knees, it was difficult to move. Fearing snakes and such, Fecus drew his dagger and clenched it between his teeth, though he'd never been much of a knife-fighter.

Cold wet eyes regarded the man struggling across the mire. The man's movements were erratic, and strange, no doubt he was injured, and now stuck in the mud and muck. The eyes submerged, no other creature could move through the mud like this one, seemingly without effort the dun colored creature moved towards it's prey. The Mud Puppy would eat well tonight…..

Oodehn continued to watch the hooman, he knew the man was insane, or perhaps it was a child? Oh dear, that's what was wrong…it was indeed a tiny creature, one of the hoomans children had no doubt gotten lost in the woods. The hoomans were so careless with their things, they must treat their young the same way as they treat their toys, Oodehn had often found strange things that the hoomans had lost in the wilderness. Oodehn jerked to alertness, he saw the tell-tale ripple in the mud, something was after the child, something fairly large, the concept of meters was beyond the Sasquatch, to tell him the mutant salamander was 3 meters long would mean nothing to him. But the massive humanoid understood danger, and combat. Without a second thought the Sasquatch dove into the mud, he wouldn't reach the hooman in time, the Mud Puppy was about to strike! Picking up a gnarled old log, Oodehn hurled it across the mud.

Fecus heard a loud splash, and turned to look behind him. Fecus wet his pants. An enormous hairy man had jumped into the water and was throwing a massive log right at him! The log flew across the water and struck the giant salamander in the side of the neck, just as it was lunging for the pathetic Fecus. Striking the creatures sensitive gills, the beast dove under the water and fled the area. It would seek easier prey.

Fecus glimpsed the Mud Puppy and did the only thing he could do, he fainted….

Pagan took point, he preferred that position over all others. Though he valued and respected his brothers, he took no pleasure in hearing them gloat over all the mutants they had slaughtered. Butchering mutant babies was no pleasure for this Knight of Genetic Purity, it was simply something that must be done. He paused, something was in the road up ahead, a thin human form. Carefully creeping up to it, his slug-pistol drawn and ready for a trap, Pagan reached for the body. Fecus opened his eyes, and yelled! Pagan held his hand over the stinking human's mouth. Motioned for silence. Fecus nodded understanding, when Pagan removed his hand, Fecus spoke, "a beast, a huge hairy mutant man-beast attacked me! I barely escaped with my life."