The Acid Wastes

First… picture a swamp, a marsh, or a mire… then imagine it reeking of rot and decay… like something has been eating away at life and stone for many years. Collapsed structures and half sunken boats dot the landscape… their owners no longer living. The air is gloomy and depressing, what little there is of the sun that remains obscured by the dense fog. A quartet of strangers can be observed on the shoreline, only the dim light of a lantern to give flickering glimpses of their faces… Three foul and rugged faces… belonging to figures slim, tall, and stout, and a maiden fair and forlorn being towed and bound between them with an old frayed rope.

They say there is treasure in the acidic wasteland… but only one of royal blood could open up the way… I’d suppose it would not be too difficult to understand this odd little scene. The princess was stolen away from her home in the middle of the night… by thieves so bold for a quest that might be their last.

Not much to say about this place… outside of it being mostly swampland and not being safe for direct physical contact.

There used to be a temple in the center of the body of water, but due to the acidic nature of the lake… ships tend to sink to the bottom before they reach the other side.

The water is full of crumbling structures… the air has this tangy feeling of death and decay.

It’s said that someone of royal blood can create a safe path and enter the temple within… although the process has been lost to time.