Labenda Swamp

The  were a darkened, tangled, thick swamps that surrounded the town of Berleben and the Ounterloch. It laid at the base of the Silberquel Ridge and running straight through the swamps was the Bromkiln Byway. At night, low, echoing howls could be heard coming out of it. The swamp was inhabited by venom trolls, mountain trolls, and merrows.

Description
The air In the center of the swamp, was humid and prevented the mounting sweat on a body from evaporating. The ever present hum of the buzzing insects just permeated the atmosphere, while the musky stench of decaying plants and stagnant water grow stronger the further in you would go. Along the coast of the lake, it was mainly soggy dirt and sand.

There's a whole mess of twisted vines and plant matter. In the center was one large fern-type plant left open and three or four large leaves that are spread outward. That puffs a large, 30-foot wide cloud of yellowish pollen in the air. This plant could move but not very fast.

There were a number of tall banyan trees and other thicker-trunked, gnarled bases, heavy, thick vine-covered canopies. The canopies were not super thick. There was still light coming through, and there were bits and pieces that overhang the Byway, but there was still open sky.

The swamp had heavy puddles of swamp bog water which had often giant gators resting just below the water surface. Scattered across the swam there were thick swampy, tarish like pools that had a thick bit of black bog.

Early in the day a very low fog, sat across the surface of the water that was exposed in patches between the thick roots and soft rotting vegetation seemed to be sitting, almost like a spongy ground. If a void was made within the ground water would begin to fill up the space.

There was a small collapsed gatehouse off the path to Berleben. The century-old stones from this gatehouse had long since been reclaimed by the roots and vines of the swamp.

Outside of the swamp at the northern peak of the lake where it curves back into a southern area, started a path leading northward into the swamp to The Gentleman's safe house and storage facility. The path was marked with six daggers with pearl hilts that were jammed about five feet off the ground into the trees.

The Troll’s Hideout
The troll’s hide out was in a thick tree that had broken and fallen over about ten feet from the base. The heavy roots rose up into a trunk that stood about nine or ten feet from the base of the swamp floor.

At the base of the tree there was a circular hollow carved into it, and what looked to be a slightly decomposing, long, weathered curtain of heavy scaled leather-like material that had a bit of moss and algae grown on it. The curtain was hanging down and pressed, bolted, or nailed into it and was partially blocking an opening into the tree.

Hanging from one of the branches, there was a cluster of carved yellowed, old, dried, hallowed bone chimes that were dangling from a piece of tanned or dried sinew. That were just banging into each other every now and when the breeze slowly comes through.

There was a natural rot on the inside of the trunk, that made it easy to carve it away. On the floor was a layer of bones of varying degrees of age that were all broken and chipped to the point where it gave a texture base to the floor. There appeared to be a matted pile of something in the corner.

The Troll It was inhabited by a bulbous troll, with a deep green-blue skin tone with little pustules and boils on it, at the edges of the shoulder and arm. It had long stringy black hair that goes past the front of the chest. The torso appears to be swollen, its belly protruding beyond it. Hanging around the neck were other pieces of hollowed bone, very similar to the chime. The pustules and part of its body, there’s this thick green liquid that's oozing out in places. It had long fingers, and was breathing heavy.