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!.r0fdlHF.w 02/13/11(Sun)18:07 No.13891446>>13891394 Over the intervening centuries between now and the Birthing, the fungus and decay, combined with the massive amounts of organic matter provided by dead animal and plant life, have been converted into a deep sea of muddy swampland. It stretches almost five miles wide, atop the carcasses of its dead parents, and the only life to be found are massive, twisting fungi that reach dozens of feet into the air and thrice around, and small insects that feed off of nutrient-rich liquids (including the blood of animals), algae and small amphibians.
There is nothing alive besides it's now long established ecosystem that may survive there for even a paltry week before the spores in the air begin to take effect, with the kinder ones merely causing intense hallucinations and the more common causing mushrooms to take root in your lungs, and from there to devour you from the inside out. The insects seem to swarm constantly in the dank coldness, biting and stinging anyone who draws near to their domain, causing infections and disease, and are only held at bay by firelight, something so alien to them it overcomes even their hunger and drives them off in their hordes. The ground is uneven and contains unseeable, gaping sink-holes that can swallow horses whole, with muck and slime so thick that men have broken bones being dragged out by their friends.
If not for the steel machines still within intact factories, and the chance of a large sum of gold held throughout the town’s bank, and the promise of knowledge from before the Shattering, no-one would dare to enter the swamp and face the wrath of its ever expanding, tainted grasp. But, there still exist a few who dare to go where others have died before in search of glory, riches and knowledge.....
And the Rotting Swamp will gladly welcome their corpse. |