Sorry for the long wait if anyone is concerned.
The group took the road to the south, passing through some abandoned human villages. Then they arrived into the city called Cutsprinkles. Compared to the surroundings, the city was mostly intact and had busy people working in shops, workshops and on fields. While strolling around the market to stock up on goods, they came upon a warehouse, which had tons of metal armour and weapons. Having the chance to suit himself after that defeat, Opra became the ironclad of best iron armour he could find. Then he quietly fled this place, but no one cared to stop him.
Soon after that, they were attacked by a roaming goblin gang. And that's where Opra got to test his new equipment: in the resulting slaughter most goblins were killed, the other scattered away, too terrified to attack, and only the axeman got crippled. They waited for their friend to recover, then walked away as goblins were watching them somewhere behind the trees.
Opra and his friends continued to march to the Murderedflags through the serene forests once they've crossed the edge of human civilization. Following the coast and numerous rivers, they finally arrived there. But somehow a dwarven site was pretty boring: it was just a wooden wall that encircled some territory, a quarry, some strange building and loads, loads of logs. Opra asked the dwarves about some other dwarven settlements, and they told him about a dwarven fortress on an island over the Balanced Seas. 'That island' turned out to be our ancestral land, and the fortress was Washedpaddle, the infected wound we're trying to treat.
Opra went further through the jungle forest, and finally arrived to the coast of the Balanced Seas. He tried to see what lies behind the horizon, but to no avail. He left his companions on the beach, jumped into the water and swam forward. And that's how the Great Swim started.