Myths from the Marsh

You may have heard some rumours coming out of the marsh.

Tales of strange occurrences and odd disappearances, things that are only mentioned in whispers.

Stories of family dogs gone missing, only to be found days later completely decayed. Nothing left but withered bones wrapped in rotten pieces of mummified flesh. Name tags rusted with age, fallen between the brittle vertebrae that once raised this beloved animal's faithful head.

Myths of massive bonfires in the night, flames so tall and bright they lit the main streets of town. Fires that left the surrounding trees with black trunks and grey leaves.

Legends of named criminals found standing in the woods, frozen like statues. A lit pipe dangling from their mouth, and their bloodshot eyes burnt with a thousand yard stare.

Campfires that burn out in an instant, but leave embers that never extinguish.

Streaks of yellow light in the night and enchanting whispers coming from the darkness.

Candles that burn down in seconds and trees that sprout up in days.

These myths and legends can not always be trusted, but for every rumour there is a sliver of truth. I am here to tell you that in this case, Archmagus Eden of the Marsh is that sliver of truth.

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