Age of Conan Frost Swamp

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http://community.ageofconan.com/wsp/c... • If one region could be said to house every nightmare of the frozen north, it is here, in the Frost Swamp. • • Ehmish wondered if it were the ground itself which radiated the cold, soulless feeling. He would have voted to skirt the edges. The Vanir seemed ready to run right through the swamp's black, frozen heart. • • It began to play on his mind. At times, walking near the front of the line, he believed he saw shadows leaping between trees ahead of them. Silent, drifting spirits. Or there would be a quick splash of water off to one side or the other. A rat or some other kind of swamp-vermin, certainly. Though he wondered. He wondered. He reached for his blade several times, but always resisted in the end, marking it down to nerves. To childhood tales told in the dark, late at night, and which he had not yet forgotten. • • ----Legends of Kern: Songs of Victory, Loren Coleman • • Cimmeria is a land known for its grim weather, harsh terrain and its mountain ranges which form Hyboria's icy spine. The most hostile patch of the grey realm is not, however, the snow-wracked Eiglophians or the ghost-plagued grave land called the Field of the Dead. Even Conall's Valley, where Vanir berserkers brandish bloodstained blades and howl their challenges to the retreating tribes, is not the most feared or dangerous part of that sunless northern region. That sinister honor goes to a place named with typical barbarian simplicity: the Frost Swamp. • • If one region could be said to house every nightmare of the frozen north, it is here. Dark legends walk, stalking the misty paths with ichor-wet fangs and trembling claws, seeking human prey. Mortal foes abound, from the loose-fleshed doppelgangers who slay through illusion-aided hunts, to the corpse-white mystics of Hyperborea. Truly, the gods themselves must laugh at the collection of hateful evils that gather here to torment the Cimmerians, all stirred up by the probing fingertips and black sorceries of the Hyperboreans. It is said they've come here to unearth ancient secrets from a time before the gods drowned Atlantis. Whatever the truth behind their presence, their insidious touch has roused malicious forces within the stagnant, greasy waters of the region. • • Few souls willingly enter the Frost Swamp, and those that do (who have any expectations of walking back out again) are invariably the finest, most skilled hunters and warriors Cimmeria has ever bred. Only these souls, the strongest sons and daughters of the northlands, stand any chance of navigating the winding, fog-thick pathways or overcoming the many breeds of inhuman creatures that prowl through the brackish bog waters of the swamp.

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