The goal to move toward the large tree was proving tough. The group did not encounter any other rotting orcs but did encounter a growing tough terrain. The mud was proving to be the worst here. Without the roots of the tees to properly bind the dirt, the soil was loose.
This was mainly because the roots of the trees that were around were rotten. They had become part of the coil altogether. Especially since the grasses and small plants in the fields were also changing. A lot of them had died off while new ones had begun to grow. This was just the changes that the dungeon had been going through for some time.
This was being exasperated by the rain which was now being whipped around by a breeze. It was enough to show off the fact that dungeons were their own world. The storms that happened were almost an additional challenge. One that made everyone that entered fear the dungeon and the dangers it held.
