Demesne's Lair

Many beings vie to dominate the expansive swamp, yet it recognizes none as its master. Some want control, others wish only to protect those who travel the winding trails, and there are those who seek to consume. Eyes shine from the dark recesses and strange noises echo from deep within. There are stories of whispering trees and equine shapes in the water that flash long fangs. Worse still is the stench of death beneath the natural decay.

Do not listen to the whispers. They will take you.