Morbid and creepifying.

Elune-adore,



The story I'm about to tell you is totally true. It happened to a friend of this dwarf's innkeeper I know- okay, alright, not really. My topic today though- totally creepy. Having had been missing in action for quite some time, I was completely thrilled to be back adventuring, and excited to be out of Elune-forsaken Stranglethorn Vale. However, where my traveling (via my amazing new Sabre cat) brought me next was nowhere fun.

About a third of the way down the peninsula leading to Theramore is a place called Witch Hill. Yeah, the name is aversion to the area enough, and the surrounding terrain is this gross, water snake infested swamp crawling with big old toads. I know, right? Who in their right mind would willingly venture there? Well, I did.

Okay, so, journey to the center of Witch Hill. There you'll find this shack-house-thing in serious need of an interior decorator. And the man who lives in this house is this dude named 'Swamp Eye' Jarl. Snooping around the place gave me the heebie jeebies- there was something off about this Jarl fellow, who sat just outside his door and mumbled about toads and eye jelly and all this- and every quest he had for me was about food. Disgusting food. This guy seemed ravenous.

And then things get weirder. Jarl's friend, this Mordant guy, knows something is up too. So he sets me off killing 10 of these ghoul type things for information. And none of it is good. In fact, it's downright morbid, cryptic warnings about 'an evil' that drives people mad, an 'unholy hunger' and just lots of agonized spirit groaning. Risen husks are not the best conversationalists.

So, it seems like Jarl is possessed by something that has possessed and killed the inhabitants of his house, Swamplight Manor, before. As if someone wouldn't noticed all the previous owners of the place up and wandering around all rotting-like. It's okay though, we have a plan. A few bunches of Witchbane later, and we have one big, gargoyley type demon flying around. I manage to take him out pretty easily (those dark forces don't generally do so well against the smiting and the holiness) and Jarl is back to normal. Well, as normal as he can be, opting to live in a shack in the middle of a swamp.

So, covered in demon blood (awful to get out of robes) swamp muck and more than sick of the swamp, I ride off vowing never to return that horrible, horrible place.

Until I see the bounty being offered for Goreclaw the Ravenous.


Ande'thoras-ethil,




Aestara