“From the sea you did come To the swamp, you will go A dismal camp of madness Your death, it will come slow”
Your ship was caught in a horrid storm nine days ago. It was a simple merchant ship, carrying grain across the seas to make a moderate profit. You remember the sacks of barley, tossed about in the waves as your desperate companions clung to them for dear life.
Most never made it ashore…
Delirious, you and your remaining companions have trudged inland, the sandy coast giving way to dismal swamp.
This is where you begin. Create your character.
Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality; it's a way of understanding it