Obsidian Mire

“Light is swallowed whole, and only sin floats.”

The Mire is a sea of tar, endless and shifting, lit only by bone lanterns. Here the Black Marrow Guild rules — corpse traders, smugglers, and apothecaries who distill the Crimson Plague into a substance called Marrowglass.

They say the plague is a flame that cannot be extinguished, only consumed. The Guild thrives on this heresy, selling salvation in vials that burn from within. The air is hot with chemical fumes; the tar bubbles with trapped whispers.

Many of the Guild’s leaders are already half-dead, their bodies preserved by their own merchandise. The Mire’s faith is simple: survival through corruption.

Tone: infernal commerce; greed as salvation.
Common Races: Hollowkin, Bloodwrought, Ashborn.