The city is located deep within a rift that runs for miles under the sea. It is the city of ever lasting night; how ever the site is breath taking. Homes and shops are carved out of the rift walls illuminated with iridescent lights. The whole city is like an under water light show.

As the swamps of the castle and city thin out, the dank lands remain, covered now in flowing marsh plants with pits of thick, dank mud that pulls at anyone unfortunate enough to wander from the true path. The path is not a beaten one, but must be memorized, or else one may find themselves caught in the treacherous mud; it is unwise to travel here without a guide, unless one is looking for a thrill.

On the other side of the marsh grows the sea weed forest, thick and almost impenetrable with darkness of the sea weed and water trees blocking out any hopes of light from the human world above. Even the fish find this place less than appealing, and very few settle here. There is an eerie silence to this forest, and few dare to enter here, for the folk lore says that those who do rarely make it out. No paths lie through this forest, and it would be an easy mistake to get lost; such a terrible fate that would be.

Those who make it through the sea weed forest mind that it ends in a spectacular abyss, the trees and sea weed which grow on the edge leaning perilously into the impenetrable darkness of this great, gaping hole. When Nefarious citizens tell each other to “go fall in a hole”, this is the very one they mean, for, should one fall into this abyss, it is doubtful they would ever be seen again. No one knows if this abyss is endless or not, and no one cares to find out. Steer clear of the edge, lest you become the next unlucky soul to unwillingly find out.