When war broke out between humans and garou, it was the swamps that formed a buffer between the two factions. The muddy water was difficult to fight in and neither side enjoyed the idea of drowning on the battlefield.
Now, the swap retains the memories of that conflict, swallowing down the remnants of that battle into its murky depths.
Yet, among all the ruin and the decay, the swamp is rife with ingredients for crafting. Herbs grow between the weeds and the caves that run along the swamp’s edges are filled with ore.
Still, one must be ever careful. Goblins roam these regions, hunters keeping an eye out for northern invaders. The garou watch from Ghornfell, ready for any foolish trespasser that might enter their domain.
And in the darkness of night, an ancient horror walks the region, offering only death’s embrace to any it finds.