The Feerrott

This dark and dangerous jungle is home to many wild and deadly creatures, including the Alliz Tae Ew and Alliz Evol Ew tribes of lizard men. It is said that a portal to the Plane of Fear is located somewhere in the Feerott and that fearsome minions loyal to Cazic-Thule himself prowl the murky terrain.

Within the depths of this harsh, swamp-like jungle, it is rumored there resides the ruins of an ancient temple erected in reverence and homage to The Faceless, Cazic-Thule. This lost temple has become a subject of legend and fascination for both scholars and crusaders of the Lord of Fear – though some belive that what has been lost to history is often best left in the shrouded haze of the forgotten.

In addition to the mysteries that lurk within this dark, humid, and inhospitable region, there is a well-known and much feared presence – the ogres of Oggok. The gates to their oversized, simple stone city lie in the furthest reaches of the northeastern border, and its dim-witted and hot-tempered behemoth citizens frequent the nearby swamps.

The young residents of Oggok gain strength by pummeling the native creatures of the area with their simple weapons and tools. Many other adventurers are not uncommon to this region, however. The Teir`Dal elves have made an alliance with the ogres; many of their society can be seen carrying messages and performing other duties related to upholding the alliance. The trolls of neighboring Innothule to the southeast commonly wander this land as well.

A road of earth, carved out of the overgrown foliage, runs through the jungle and connects the swamp of Innothule to Oggok and the pass that leads to the neighboring mountains of Rathe.

The Feerrott: A place filled with lush exotic beauty. This jungle has stood its ground for ages and still thrives to this day. Through the ages the children of war and the children of fear have met and vied for control of the jungle, all the while having to fend off the great dangers of the fauna and sometimes carnivorous flora. Ruins of attempted civilizations rest all about vines and roots entwined around stone, the jungle reclaiming itself. Only the tribal lizardmen have been able to maintain a long existence with this land and it is with great respect for the dangerous jungle that they still remain.

The Drowning Causeway: Made of megalithic slabs only an ogre effort could move, this stone roadway once ran from the Sunken Coast to a ogre made isle named Greenblood Port. These days the once grand causeway reaches for an isle that the sea has swallowed. Immense stones hold fast to each other as they reach deep into the Blackwater Sea to meet an isle that no longer breathes.

Explorer's Haven: Emerging from the coast a person may find themselves being chased from the ancient ogre roadway and deeper southward. Here is where, in the dense walls of the rising foothills, a path exists leading towards a hidden vale. Here in this vale few lizardman venture and here is where explorers may find a place for retreat. But remember to post watch! There is but one way into this vale and one way out. If you get trapped in here there is nowhere to run.

Thulian Glade: Representing the god of fear this location is defined by a circle formed by ancient pillars or totems of stone. The very trees that claim most structures that attempted to defy the land here refuse to enter the clearing creating a glade fit for a campsite, but bones often found within hint that this is no place to rest, the Thulian disciples are ravenous!

The Crescent Shrine: Traveling deep along the boulder paved ogre roadways one will find this ancient shrine. Massive stones line the perimeter as a great carving of a crescent creates a focal point or altar of the shrine. Ancient records tell that these were once points of energy for ogre mages. They have been reported wherever ogre empires have stood or soon to be conquered territory. I have seen such sights even in the highlands of Karana, now known as the Thundering Steppes. There they stand defiantly, but here they appear gasping for breath as the roots of the Feerrott squeeze the life from the shrine.

Murdunk's Fall: Draining from a water source unreachable Murdunk's Fall spills into the jungle floor. Two nostrils pour forth gushing green water, the blood of the ogre hero Murdunk as the orge myths record. Murdunk was the destroyer of the Rathe Council, gods of the earthen plane. He slew them and formed the Rathe Mountains and became legend. But it was here at the foothills of the Rathe Moutains that the dead gods of earth had their revenge as Murdunk slipped from a single loosened pebble and plummeted to his death at this very spot, his blood forming the Greenblood River of the jungle.

The Pyramid of Fear: Embraced by the Greenblood River on its march to the south, there is this small isle that I warn all to avoid. Sitting on this isle is one of the ancient Thulian pyramids built an eon ago before the days of man. Go no closer to it, though it surely holds treasures of the mind as well as the coinpurse. This is sacred ground to the Thulian disciples and atop the pyramid rests a herald of the abhorrent gods, a twisted and mutated creature having a vaguely humanoid appearance that suggests a more terrestrial origin, but a mangled passage of suffering into Thulian society.