Poison Swamp
Sunken plains of mire and rust. Filthy skies and sticking dust. Would that one could be of good cheer, But nay the poison swamp draws near. (Old Elvish Rhyme) PART OF MERRY HEXMAS - ADJACENT HEXES North: The Inaccessible Ever Frost Northeast: Containment Site Sierra-Papa-Foxtrot Southeast: Castle Claus South: ??? Southwest: ??? Northwest: ??? HEX 0201 - THE POISON SWAMP The acrid stench of rot and copper fills the air, long before the sickening green skies and muddy surface confirm your entrance into The Poison Swamp. Where once winter chilled the nerves and nipped the cheeks, a damp and heavy air permeates from below. Though snow may fall, nothing sticks, and well bundled adventurers soon find their backs drenched with sweat. Amongst the mud and pools of vile liquid, titanic candy canes jut from the swamp's surface, their pristine white and red mocking the filthy squalor below. Most areas past the shore are submerged in shin-deep scum, too solid to be fluid, too wet to be mud. T...
