Tag: Zangarmarsh x 1

Purplish muck oozed up into the crevices of his hooves.  Each step brought the scent of water, mold, and rot to his nose.  Easily he found purchase with his cloven feet, and balanced himself carefully with his tail as he climbed the hillside.  Stopping to turn; he took in the view of the Zangarmarsh.  Blue and purple mushrooms, many with some sort of colorful phosphorescence, rose overhead and as far as the eye could see.   Their glows reflected in the murky blue shallow lakes and coulees.  A faint warm mist fell from the ever grey sky, causing his cloak to cling damply to his armor.

It reminded him of his childhood, what little joys he had found, while exploring the edge of the marsh near Shattrath.  The stories of elders about...