Wither Mar

They walked through a swamp of dark blue-black water and yellow and green flora.

The smell was overwhelmingly sweet and the humidity was almost unbearable.

They trudged through the muck in silence. A testament to the deep annoyance that they were all feeling.

They all could sense unseen things gliding through the water on either side of their chosen path. They were following this path faithfully. They knew if they strayed they may be lost or find something they possibly could not handle.

For the umpteenth time they were all asking themselves why they were even there.

Wither Mar was a treacherous damnable place. The soul magic was thick there and many spirit beings freely roamed. So far no large groups had colonized the continent and only powerful users of soul magic even dared to venture there.