The Storm Approaches
The source of the awful smell that inhabited the swamps could be seen all around as he peered out of the carriage; bloated corpses floated in the shallow waters, along with discarded skeletons of fallen adventurers. It wasn't just adventurers, either. There were desecrated merchant wagons, sunken into the ground with the very merchants being caught in the deathly grip of the valley.
What is this place?...I knew it was bad, but this is something else entirely, Emilio thought.
Giant frogs, larger than fully grown men, sat in the reeking waters, possessing bubbly, purple-and-black, mucus-moist skin as their vocal sacs expanded before using their tongues to clean up the bodies littering the swamp.
Just covering his nose wasn't enough as the smell was overpowering, bolstered by the abhorrent stench he–
"Bleeegh!"
Leaning over the back of the carriage, he spewed the bile from his stomach.