Today I'm going to tell you about one of the more insidious places in the setting of my book: The Darking Moor.
Often called “The Slough”, the Darking Moor is a low spot in South Celandine Valley. Dense foliage dissipates into a brackish legion of interconnected swamps. These dank and eerie waters are known as a home for evil. They are a cursed place, infested with vile creatures and those practicing dark magic. It is the last place anyone from Vitalba should want to go, yet so many travel here. The lure of power, mystery, treasure, and more call to villager and huntsman alike. Only the most stalwart members of the Huntsman’s Lodge traverse this rotted land to keep their village safe.
The marshes stretch out in all directions. The black waters ebb and flow as if controlled by an invisible will. Ever year, the Darking Moor grows larger. The huntsmen monitor the water’s creep, but there is little they can do about it. Only in the dead of winter is its undulation stalled. The icy winds from the west freeze the swamp solid. In these times, the slough takes on a strange and horrifying beauty. The deafening silence and hoary frost only magnify the dangers the lurk among the dead vegetation.