93 rooms · levels 5–50
As you approach an opening in the trees, you faintly hear guttural voices nearby. The ground here begins to soften and the trees all seem to be misshapen and twisted. The smell of decay hangs thick in the air. There is a battered sign here.
After moving through the entrance, you notice that the voices are louder and seem to be coming from all sides. A mist hangs in the air here. It is very humid and breathing is difficult. The trail goes east and west here. The exit to the swamp lies south.
Flies buzz around your head as you start moving into the swamp. You catch glimpses of things moving in the fetid waters, things that you probably don't want to meet. The passage heads east and west.
As you continue to move deeper into the swamp, you get an eerie feeling that you are being watched. You hear voices and see a light shining through the trees to the north. The trail leads east and west.
The ground continues to get softer and spongier, making it difficult to walk. You see many dark shapes gliding through the waters around you. The trail continues east and west.
The swamp seems to come alive for a second as you trip and fall into the dark waters. As you pull yourself out, you feel many burning sensations on your body... Ack... leeches! You quickly pull them off before they can cause any harm. The trail continues east and west.
The trail turns north here, leading even deeper into the gloom. A small trail leads into a tall forest to the east. You are startled by a loud splash! Looking around, you feel relieved to see that it was just a dead branch that fell into the water...but why did it fall?
A large pile of dead trees lies here, blocking the trail to the north. You see many small, glowing eyes watching you from inside the pile. The path heads east and south here.
The ground here is much more solid now. The trees still grow twisted and deformed. To the north you see a pool of water. The path continues east and west.
The water is covered with a layer of film, it is quite stagnant. The stench is almost overpowering, causing you to gag. There is a large mound to the north and you see a dark path to the south.
This appears to be a nest of some sort. You hear a croaking noise that sounds too deep to be from a frog. You hear a sound at the water's edge and turn to see a large alligator coming out of the water. It might not be a bad idea to move. A small path leads off to the north.
This place is really starting to get to you. Everywhere you look you see decay. The constant droning of the flies is giving you a splitting headache. You see the path branches south here and also goes east and west.
Through the trees, you can actually see the sky! This is the first time since you entered the swamp you have seen through the thick canopy of twisted tree branches.
You have reached a dead end in the path. The path heads back to the west from here.
Through your own carelessness you have fallen into a troll hole. The trolls here look mean and hungry. The passage goes east.
Bones litter the floor here. From the looks of it, the trolls eat quite well. You can either go west or north here.
This part of the hole must be the communal waste chamber. The smell in here is so bad it makes your eyes water. The passage leads south and west.
This room contains absolutely nothing. The exit lies to the east and on closer inspection of the room, you notice some vines hanging down from above.
This area has been cleared of debris. The ground is quite solid and the trees appear to be alive. You hear voices from the north. The path goes south here.
You see trolls all around here. To the west you can see many trolls sleeping. There is a trail heading south.
This is the troll sleeping area. The exit lies to the east.
This path appears to lead deeper into the swamp. The ground is soft and spongy and the trees are covered with a layer of slime. There is a trail that branches off to the north and the path you're on goes east and west.
This trail is extremely dark. Small, glowing eyes peer at you from the gloom. The sound of frogs is heavy in the air. The trail travels north and south.
After travelling a short distance, the trail abruptly ends. All of the normal sounds of the swamp have stopped. An eerie feeling creeps into your body. The path heads back south.
Flies buzz, and frogs croak as you continue moving into the swamp. You hear splashing sounds in the waters around you, making you a little more cautious. The path goes east and west.
The path forks here heading north and continuing to go east and west. The ground is noticeably drier here and the trees aren't as misshapen.
The path here is quite overgrown, making it dark and difficult to travel through. You have to hack away many vines and bushes to pass by. The path continues east and west.
The trees around you remind you of evil spectres. They are all dark and twisted and loom over you as if ready to attack. The slime that coats the trees adds to your uneasiness. The path continues east and west.
Twisted trees and rotted stumps adorn this part of the path. Large flies constantly buzz in your face and the croaking of frogs makes you feel like you're going to go insane. You see a little used path going north. The path you're on continues east and west.
While walking down the path, you think you hear voices to the west. It is hard to discern over the droning of the flies and the croaking of the frogs. The path continues east and west.
The path ends here in a small clearing, apparently close to some sort of marketplace. The voices are much louder now, drifting in from the northeast. You get the distinct feeling that you are being watched. The path goes back south.
This is a cleared area in the swamp where the trolls apparently come to trade food and other things. To the west, a rather obese troll is selling some strange foods. The path continues north and south.
A rather large, obese troll is here selling various edibles. From the looks of the pouch on his belt, he does a fairly decent business. The exit is to the east.
This small clearing was once used for sending messages to other people. A large board still leans up against a tree, but the trolls ate the notices long ago, then a corner of the board, and the troll who carried the letters retired with a bellyache and a fondness for pigeon. A few feathers in the moss are all that is left of the service.
This is where the trolls store all of their gems and gold. A crude sign hangs from a tree branch.
This is a small, quiet alcove in the swamp. The trees are alive and healthy and the air is somewhat clean. This looks like a nice place to rest. The path leads south.
Looks can be quite deceiving. You have managed to fall into a trap. The trolls here are quite eager to meet and eat you. The tunnel leads north.
Garbage is thrown all about here, the stench is quite bad. The tunnel turns to the east here.
This part of the tunnel is lined with glowing fungus. The whole area is bathed in a pale green light. The tunnel goes west and south.
As you move into this area, the tunnel behind you collapses. You appear to be trapped!
This trail is less congested with overgrown bushes. It is wide enough for three people to walk abreast. Various noises come to you from within the swamp. The trail goes north and south.
The trail is less congested with overgrown bushes. It is wide enough for three people to walk abreast. Various noises come to you from within the swamp. The trail goes north and south.
You are standing at a T intersection. The trails lead north, south and east. It is very dark to the east and slurping sounds can be heard in the distance.
The path runs east and west here. The treetops block all sunlight from the path. A thick mist hovers just above the ground. You can hear faint slurping noises nearby.
The path continues east and west. The mist swirls and eddies as you pass through it. You think you can see shapes moving within the mist, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
The path is curved here, one path heading north and one path heading west. You can see the sky here, due to the fact that several large trees have toppled over. Being able to view the open sky is a welcome sight.
The path begins to twist and turn at this point. A fine mist hangs in the air. A sudden image of a rat in a maze comes into your mind. You can go south or west.
As you meander along the path, the slurping noises you heard before seem to stop. Was it real, or did you imagine it all? The path goes north and east.
You are almost completely blind because of the mist. You can only imagine what may be hiding in the mist. The path goes east and south here.
The path turns here. One path leads west while another leads north. You feel something tap your shoulder and turn around quickly to see what it is. Nothing is there! It happens again, but this time you realize it's just slime dripping from the trees.
Trudging through the swamp is becoming quite tiresome. You begin daydreaming about being in a nice dry cottage drinking a cool glass of water. You are rudely brought back to reality when you trip and fall into the muck. The path goes north and south.
The path turns here, giving you the choice to go south or west. To the north is a slow moving river which borders the north end of this swampy bog. Far off in the distance, the ringing of metal on metal can be heard.
The trail here is surprisingly not overgrown. It appears that this trail is used frequently. The sound of clashing metal seems to be getting closer. The trail heads east and west.
This path is used quite often. The earth is packed solid and the trail is clear of debris. Sounds of metal ringing can be heard to the west. The path continues east and west.
The path continues to go east and west. To the north, you can see a small pond. You hear what sounds like fighting to the west.
The trail remains clear and free of debris. The sky can even be seen through the treetops. It sounds like a fierce battle is nearby. The trail heads east and west.
You have come to a turning point on the trail. A large camp is to the north. You can see many trolls sparring one another. It appears to be a training grounds. The path goes east.
Many troll warriors are lingering here. Some are sparring and others are talking amongst themselves. To the south is the exit and to the east is the Master.
A large troll is standing here. He is adorned with a gem studded tunic. He carries a large two-handed club that looks like it could crush a large boulder. The exit lies to the west.
You are in the middle of a small pond. The dark stagnant waters smell horrible. You can only imagine what may be living under the surface. The only way off the pond is to the south.
The trail splits here, going into three different directions. There is a trail that goes south, and there is a trail that runs east and west. All about you, the frogs and flies sound like an eerie chorus. All you want to do is leave this place. Faint gurgling noise can be heard to the north through the trees.
Travelling down this path is quite boring. The only thing keeping you on your toes is the occasional movement from within the swamp. You can see large shapes moving about. Are they moving towards you?
While moving along the path, you can sense movement from all around you. The shadows appear to have eyes, and more than once you hear the guttural voices of trolls. A mysterious fog prevents your passage further along the dark trail.
You have come to a fork in the path. The path runs east and west and the path to the south seems to be used often. The trees are all twisted and look like giant skeletal creatures. You hear sounds of grunting nearby.
This path is used quite frequently. You can see many troll tracks in the mud. The grunting sounds seem to be close.
The path curves here, leading north and east. Grunting noises can be heard to the east. It sounds almost like a wrestling match. You catch a glimpse of the sky here.
You see many large trolls wrestling with each other, here. Every single troll looks like it could snap you in half like a twig. It would be wise not to annoy them. The path exits to the west and to the north is the Barbarian guildmaster.
The barbarian guildmaster has got to be the largest troll you have ever seen. He is as big around as a large tree. He stands fully 13' tall. He carries no weapon, apparently his hands are sufficient enough. The exit lies to the south.
After a long walk, the path begins to turn. To the north you can see a short, dark path. To the west you see a long trail. An eerie silence emanates from the north, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. To the west is a partially concealed path leading into the darkness.
You are at the end of a path. The air is completely still and very stagnant. It is also unnervingly quiet here. Ironically, this might be a good place to take a rest and temporarily escape the continual buzzing of the flies.
You have just fallen into a large pit, landing knee-deep in mud. After a brief survey of your surroundings, you realize that there is no way to climb back out. This leaves you with only one way to go...north.
This tunnel looks like it could collapse at any time. The path turns to the east here. Just as you start moving east, the tunnel collapses with mud, blocking the way back to the south.
Many trolls stand here guarding the passage south. The walls are lined with a luminescent fungus that sheds an eerie greenish light. You can either go back to the west or most likely fight your way to the south.
This is the home of the troll chieftain. Refuse lies in piles everywhere. Towards the back of the room you can see a passage leading up towards the surface. The chieftain is adorned with wooden armor and wears a crude necklace made from moss.
The trail is quickly becoming more mud than solid ground. Continuing along this path is becoming increasingly more difficult. A large, toppled tree is partially blocking the way to the east. Dark shapes can be seen moving through the surrounding swamp.
The mud is now knee-deep to you and waist-deep for the shorter members of your group. Large bubbles of air rise to the surface near you, making you think that there is an underground spring below you. Hopefully, you won't find the source and fall in.
You have come to a three-way junction in the path. Your choices are north, south or west. To the north you can see a twisting path. The way to the south looks like it is overgrown with many rotted trees. The path to the west is nothing but mud.
You have come to a dead end in the path. Looking around, you see many misshapen trees and piles of rotting carcasses. Apparently, this area is used to dump refuse. The trail leads back to the north.
You have managed to fall into a troll hole. The trolls are quite eager to see you. The only exit is to the south.
The crunching of bones and other things can be heard from underfoot. The passage turns to the west here.
This area glows with a soft light which emanates from the fungus growing on the walls. The passage leads north and east.
You have reached a dead end in the tunnel. The ceiling and walls are covered with vines and roots. The exit is to the south.
This path shows signs of frequent use. Troll tracks can be seen covering most of the area. As you move farther north, you begin to hear chanting of some sort.
The path turns to the east and the south here. The sounds of chanting can be heard somewhere to the east. You can see many trolls moving about through the trees.
Many trolls are here, chanting and dancing around a large bonfire. This appears to be some sort of religious ceremony. The shaman can be seen to the north and the trail is back to the west.
There is a troll here garbed in skins and chanting in some strange language. As you approach, you can feel the evil spiritual energies flowing throughout this area. The exit lies to the south.
This path looks less travelled upon. Tall trees and many bushes converge in this area, allowing very little light in. A tall, thin troll stands within the shadows, twirling a dagger.
Swirling chaos...Pressure from tons of mud...Inky blackness... A feeling of...suffocation.
This small cavern is slowly filling with mud, pouring in from above. A tunnel, half filled with mud, leads north.
With a tremendous rumble, the tunnel to the south collapses under tons of mud. The only way out of the cavern is to climb the vines hanging down from above.
This part of the swamp is extremely dense with vegetation. Large, dead cypress trees surround the trail on all sides, leaving partially blocked exits to the north, south, east and west. Long vines hang down from the trees, leading straight into the ground.
The mud here is about ankle deep and seems to get deeper to the west. Rotted tree stumps jut out of the mud, lining the trail. Gurgling and slurping noises echo through the area, producing an extremely eerie sound.
The mud is knee deep and getting deeper to the west. Vines lay criss-cross across the trail here, almost as if they were placed here for a reason. Half crumbled logs lay scattered about the area, making travel through here treacherous.