Of course, the Hills of Mist is no exception, if not more so than other places. Thick fog covering the ground, dim lighting, moonlight filtering through the thin leaves, and the near-silence of the cool night air, the sounds of small creatures breaking the unnerving ambiance of the willow forests.
However, the most southern parts of the Hills, the wetland bogs of moss and swampy water, known to the locals as the Nixie Marshes, was not quite as silent.
The mossy floor of the forest squelched beneath the boots of the hunters, bows and knives in hand as they moved quietly through the woods. It was late into the night by then, the willow trees and fog offering cover from the beasts they hunted so long as they paid mind to their noises. They moved as one, step after step, eyes open for their next kill, or perhaps a dark witch to off in case they were attacked- black magic phenomena was known well among these parts, with the abundance of herbs, fungi, poison and well water giving all the materials necessary for a dark ritual, poisoning, or a hexing. You could never be too careful, around here.
The group of men moved onward through the woods until they found the shore of the deep swamps, with water so murky in its deep blue color, nothing could be seen further than a foot below the surface, concealing the weeds and algae that clung to walks and the hands and feet of those who dared to step too close. Observing the marsh, the men watched for animals, observing the forest around them, before trading soft words, concluding that they would move along the shore until they found the hunt, and began walking again.
They did not notice the water bubbling beside them.
After a while longer of walking, the group fell still upon the sight of a mother doe and two fawns, grazing in the moss and grass of the swamps. The men nodded at each other and began fanning out around the unsuspecting deer, and one man drew his bow, nocking the arrow and pulling it back, shooting the mother deer in the neck, and causing the two fawn to rear back, crying out in fear.
And just then, the sound of slit flesh and one of the men screaming rang out through the eerily silent forest, the screams quieting down to gurgles as he choked on his own blood, beginning to bleed out quickly. One of the remaining men quickly ran over, kneeling next to his hunting mate and began to cast a healing spell of sorts. He did not feel the dripping of marsh water on his back, or see the tall creature crawling behind him, before his spell was quickly cut short.
Only a few moments passed before four of the five men had fallen under the creature's blade, the fifth screaming for help as he was held tightly in a headlock, slowly being dragged backwards by dark grey-black arms. He cried out, begging for someone to hear him as he thrashed around, bleeding from multiple areas, before being pulled headfirst into the water and shoved down beneath the surface by the dark, glowing creature. The being of wet skin murmured soft words in another language, foreign to the bleeding man, only causing him to panic further. His screams were quickly muted as he went under, the words falling on deaf ears as he filled his own lungs with murky water, bleeding the water red. Finally, after a minute or so, the thrashing stopped, and the corpse fell unseen into the depths. Satisfied, the being smiled a little, before hearing rustling in the willow trees, and quickly ducking back under the surface, the silvery hair and light disappearing just as fast as the corpse beneath it.