The Fisher Kings

The Fisher Kings once ruled over the Great Graveyard, a fantastically dangerous place bordered by an upland marsh.  The Fisher-Folk were first to discover iron, and became master blacksmiths.

The marshes are inhabited by the Cat-Birds, numerous & prolific predators known to feed on Slimes, Jellies, Glow-Bugs, The Worm Which Flies, and aught else which comes to tooth.  They are unafraid of humans & will latch onto the face in order to suck the blood.

Bagi stride between the man-high tussocks, exhuding a soporific musk.  They are the Gentle Beasts of the Marsh, harmless eaters of pollen and strangle-ferns.  Their blood is nutritious if cooked.

So, too, do Yard-Long Crawlers move among the marsh, breeding where the brackish water meets the waving sea.  Their more dire cousins, the Death Crawlers, wend black & glistening through the water.

Where the sea verges on the sphagnum moss may be found crustacean and mollusk of every description, from the noble Nautilus to the loathsome Lophiiform.

The Tomb of the Fisher Kings is at the center of the Great Graveyard, which is North of the Upland Marsh.  It is beneath a blue slab stone in the center of an austere henge which summits a ridge.  An old woman can often be found nearby.  Nobody knows who she is, or how she is able to avoid or repel the many lurking monsters of the graves and hill-holes.  She is cryptic and knowing and kind and will always heal you.  her eyes are blue.  She is accompanied by 3 Lanterns which shed no light.  What purpose they serve is unknown, although she sometimes talks to them.  She can often be found laying white flowers on the great Tomb.

Many a Moth and worse wander through and under the graves.  A few insane, atavistic monsterfolk dwell in the hollows amidst the hills, and near the Tomb of the Fisher Kings are several freakish entities wrenched free from the Otherworld.

What lies within the Great Tomb of the Fisher-Kings, none alive may say.