Scarecrow Hollow

Mists curl and smoke from dark and noisome pools. The reek of them hang stifling in the still air. Far away now, the wooden walls of the town of Mist Hollow loom at you, your last bit of refuge, like a black bar of rugged clouds floating above a dangerous fog-bound sea. The hollow cries with noises unfamiliar and shrill, almost telling you to turn away from its deep mud soaked landscape. Pools of fetid water line the little bit of sod laced ground, they stink of a methane and form foamy bubbles that burst with foul water that sprays up, kissing your clothes and oiled armor. The fog feels wet as it lays softly over your faces, the low-lying cloud is grey as aged stone and limits your sight to but a few dozen feet. The sounds of the other parties can be heard, muffled in the distance, every moment or so a loud splash followed by a sharp curse can be heard. People have already turned back, and the hollow has yet to throw its ilk toward the mortal meat trudging through its domain. This is a place of deep fear and forgotten moralities, an ancient place, a horrid place.

Alternative Name(s)

The Hollow

Type

Wetland / Swamp

Included Locations

• Cedar Hill (Ruins)
• Mist Hollow
• Pikes Cairn