swamp lolis

Like the concept a lot. Perhaps some kind of troll/parasite symbiote? A fungal zombie plague? Fishmen that drag maidens into the muck?

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unemployed clowns

Play Silent Hill.

uunnfff
i love this imagery
the people just go damp, maybe even partially rotting, diseased, and covered in patches of moss.
pale and mottled skin, maybe a touch of trenchfoot on different parts of their body.

>>4881668
>>troll

But, yeah, this is an awesome concept

I was thinking maybe some sort of water-buffalo/minotaur/Kelpie hybrid. Or maybe just a sort of gill-man/skink: sunken eyes, mottled skin, ragged mossy clothes hanging off in tatters, gulping noises.

Even before the rot set in, the kingdom was not fully secured within the borders.

An exhausted mine became home to a kobold tribe, a forest was home to a number of kenku flocks.

Though not human, these dwellers are still part of the land, and with the poison were changed as others had been.

The kobolds still live in their mine, but it is now flooded with water all the way to the surface. The kobolds have changed to an aquatic mutation, similar in proportion to young crocodiles, though much large in size.

Mostly they hunt the numerous fish and reptiles that inhabit the swampland, but will happily scavenge from a lost human.

Humans turn into lovecraftian lesser beings, like rotting cultists. Think fantasy nurgle with lovecraft overtures.

The Kenku's legs have adapted, grown longer to allow them to wade through the deep waters. Through their mimicry, and the deep mist, they often lure people off the safe paths with false cries for help. Sharp spears extend their reach, and also double as fishing tools.

Insectile and/or gelatinous forms of themselves (as the templates in Savage Species, if using 3.5)

Oh, I have an idea.
The blighted knights!
They wear partially rusted armor, have marks of disease and plague all over, they are quiet and reserved. They wield faintly glowing claymores, with odd mosses, mold and fungi coming from their armor orifices.

To behold one, let alone face one, takes courage. It is tempting to empty your stomach at the mere smell of one, but do not, for if they see any opportunity they will take it as a sign of weakness and kill you.. Or worse, fester you with rot and infection until you join the court of the rotted king.

>>4882034
Make them some kind of fungus like orks aswell! That way they aren't undead, their bodies were just devoured by some moss and fungus that took their forms and some intelligence

>>4882034
probably a bit too active recruitment. It's really all about apathetic resignation. They'll fight you if you break a law, but they don't want you to join them.

The locals in towns surrounding the mire are quite afraid and paranoid of any travellers, and shun anyone with any sort of ailment, for they believe they have bear the mark of the rotted mire. It is no wonder that those afflicted wander into the marsh at the deadest hours of the night, to flee the discrimination and persecution of the local church, that idolizes purity and is zealous with a fiery passion.

I digress, for every soul does not wish to speak of the horrors which await the lost, doomed, damned and stupid enough to be drawn into the marsh. Rumor has it that when you are drawn to it, you will hear whispers, telling you that your time has come, and that the rotted council approaches you in the form of a traveller, beckoning you with temptation. Eventually, the anxiety of this boils and culminates, until you are irresistibly drawn to the horrid swamp.

Fuck, that was hard not to rip off lovecraft. Anyway, inspiration over. Glad I got that out of my head.

Alligator people

I would love to play in this setting.

You could always go with specters, or some other undead.

>>4882120
like snapping turtles

>>4882127
I think there's room for that in the swamp-drowned (a bit like LotR's swamp)

>>4882086
>>4882063
I just wanted them to be what used to be the trusted knights of shining whitery of the king, now corrupted and bitter. The smell of them is indescribable, they're intelligent despite their aura of decay, and they often are submerged in the shallow, murky marshes just off the trails.. Waiting.
Also, you don't join the knights, you join the cult or the swamp-people. A band of whatever you imagine.

Double-also, the only way they get new knights is when the local uptight stick-up-their-ass pallies go and SMITE AND CLEAVE, only to succomb to the corruption, for they are not pure. It's kind of an initiation of purity in the local zealot church to stride through the mire, and come back alive and uncorrupted.

BULLYWUGS. THREAD OVER.

makes me think of high on fire, and kylesa albums.
mmm sludgy metal...

>>4882151
Nice... although I would roll up a character who pretends to be a paladin but is somehow able to survive this challenge. Fucking fighter with tricks up his sleeves heck yeah!

>>4882168
not if they look like TMNT rejects

>>4882138
Pretty much. They aren't much for aggressive RIP AND TEAR, they're more of the sneaky, contemplating type.

HERE I GO AGAIN.
If some ill-fated soul somehow manages to make it past the shrines, fetishes, lean-tos' and crude huts that make up the shire with half a brain left, they will gaze upon undoubtably one of the most diseased, corrupted and festering places in all the land..

The castle.
Oh, it pains one to describe it without bringing imagery to their head. Many a seer has gone mad trying to fathom the colossal unpurity that is the court of the rotted king. The only information that was intelligible to this day is that on one floor, there lies a council's chamber, full of horrid shrines to deities the stomach detests and the mind pains to imagine. The various priests, high cultists and champions of the corrupted nature reside here in this sanctum, researching and contemplating, praying to the gods, and spreading the corruption across the land. This has come to be known to the local people as the Vestibule of filth.

>>4882216
Fuck.
Yes.
Hekkets.

>>4882201
>>4882168
The more afflicted cultists, who either have done horrid, corrupt things, or have simply been here far too long begin to change..
There is two ways they might change. The first and most common is that their very souls begin to fester, rot, and change, along with their bodies. Picture the bullywogs and nurgle unclean one mixed.
The second is that they begin to become bearers of the plague, bastions of disease, spreading corruption across the land. The outward signs of this are very little, but inside, they are seething, burning, boiling pimples of hate and disease, waiting to infect foreigners. The most common are the men lured by money and temptation; Rogues, Merchants and Diplomats/politicians seeking power are promised it in return for becoming vassals.

They all turn into banjo playin rednecks who rape anyone that enters the kingdom.

Goodnight, /tg/.

Hope you enjoyed my writefaggotry. :D

Hellboy plague of frogs infection type?

>>4882213
there you go again with that whole "active lifestyle" thing

>>4882287
With the majority of them being rotting cultists worshipping forgotten, dying, and rotting gods, the majority aren't doing much.

The king still has to have an agenda, doesn't he?

>>4882335
swap you

>>4882333
No, The king literally just sits on his throne, being rather moldy (and being sustained by the mold). Everything is lowly falling into disrepair because he's not really holding even himself together.

is that some fucking Golden Bough? Because if it, fuck yeah

>>4882376
Well, I'm just a unpublished lowly writefag who gets imagery and writes it down, so interpret it how you will, improve etc.

Swamp Dryad and Nymph, well, except they're all a bit lonely, and clingy. And might be inclined to accidentally drown you, Probably best not to mention their last lover, so they don't start crying... they're already pretty damp and depressing anyway.

The swamp has a few druid-hermits who turned up after the change occurred. They spend most of their time half-submerged in the water (usually just their head above it), and have been known to spend some time communing with the various amphibious animals. They almost always carry a frog or two with them when travelling outside the kingdom.

Their affiliation with the king is minimal, though they do visit the court on occasion, usually to see the general reaction (or lack of it).

An old witch has taken to living in one of the old huts in an outlying abandoned village. While she deals in bits and pieces, her constant cold, and a tanned skin-tone make it clear that she's not exactly a native of the land. She refuses to speak about where she originates, but the accent is distinct, and probably from one of the hotter climbs where witchcraft is more vigorously "policed".