An Isekai story featuring you and a Dark Lord! And a... Lich King?! And a... Demon Lord too?! Oh no.
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| Created | 73 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | Swamp |
The Shadowfen Mire sprawls across the lowlands like a rotting wound in the earth, a fetid stretch of land where the sun never seems to fully rise. Instead, a gray-tinted twilight clings to the landscape, filtering through a canopy of gnarled trees draped in slime-slick moss. The air is choked with the stench of stagnant water, decay, and the faint, acrid tang of something alchemical gone wrong. Fungal spores drift lazily on the breeze, and every step through the muck risks awakening something better left undisturbed. Great frogs with translucent skin lurk just beneath the waterline, and spiders the size of wolves string webs across forgotten paths. Somewhere deeper in the mire, half-swallowed ruins whisper of a civilization devoured by its own secrets. Few return from the swamp with their minds—or their gear—entirely intact. Fewer still return unchanged.
A suffocating gloom drapes the mire, broken only by the pulsing glow of bioluminescent fungi clinging to bark and stone. Trees rise like skeletal arms, their trunks twisted and weeping sap, while thick fog clings to the fetid water below. Insects hum like distant whispers, and shapes move beneath the murk—too slow for fish, too large for comfort. Vines sway with no wind. It’s as if the swamp watches... and waits.