Domicortis (doom-eh-court-us)

Domicortis, grey mist as far as the eye can see, holds a place of fear in all hearts. There, it is dark and sullen, light is swallowed whole, and those who go in never come back out. When World War 3 began, the landmasses had shifted into a Pangea-style area, cities ruined, oceans vanished, and at the line where Asia connected the Americas, was where people fought to stake their claims on the new land. Blood spilled, bodies fell, and buildings collapsed. Towns became fortresses in hopes of surviving the bloodshed. They all fell one by one. Mother Earth ate them all greedily. Building a Blood Swamp out of it. Each step is sticky, and if the light can show enough, they say the eye would see red, blood red. There are monsters that hid and lurk, waiting for the unsuspecting traveler, lured by the chance of a treasure lost by one of the two Giants. Things change in that swamp. They say they mutated and became monsters, Glacia, Mother Earth’s pets. Supernatural abilities gifted to the previous world’s most horrible creatures. No one has ever seen them though. The Blood Swamp is surrounded by a wall of dark grey mist, hanging from the sky like silken curtains. They let you peek into the land of Domicortis, and the shadows of collapsed buildings, and rotting bodies are enough to make anyone turn tail and run, even the hardest of heart, and bravest of soul. Sometimes, you can see the silhouette of a Glacia streak across the mist, only to pause and turn. The land before the Mist is no better: dead, dried, rubber tires, shell fragments, if you’re unlucky, you’ll step on a still active bomb, and pray that your Ring will protect you from the bomb explosion. Usually, it can’t. People stay away from the Mist. The only ones to successfully pass the Mist, it was rumored, were the Giants themselves: Death on Wings, and Bloody Rose. Beware, traveler, don’t cross. You’ll likely lose your life and regret ever being born.

Alternative Name(s)

Blood Swamp, Glacia Rulen

Type

Wetland / Swamp