Chronicles of Skythia
A putrid smelling peat bog, travel is near impossible without some sort of boat, any “land” is treacherous in footing and often deceiving, if it lasts for more than 5 paces.
The marsh is perpetually dark and misty, gas and fog broiling up from the bog blot out the majority of the light even on the brightest of days. The air is warm and wet causing skin to stick to clothes and making travel a miserable proposition.
Glowing lights can often be seen glowing faintly in the distance as if they were calling out for help or to offer succor, and strange sounds(most commonly a clanking) can oft be heard in the distance as well.