Uräcilmire
That Sinking Feeling
Uräcilmire was once the jewel in the crown of the realm of Kankulēsis; high towers and temple spires dotted the skyline and its palaces were the envy of the Northern Realms, even the capital, Kümos, paled in comparison. But unbeknownst to its people Uräcilmire was built on a huge silt bed.
Over the years irrigation and flooding have resulted in the silt being gradually loosened and as the city grew it began sinking under its own weight. As the River Yaärkal and the Swamps of Shargul closed in Uräcilmire’s people either fled the city or moved to higher ground.
Drain the Swamp
Despite their attempts to rid the swamp of dangerous predators over one hundred of Uräcilmire’s civilians lose their lives each year to crocodile attacks. Hunters have been brought in to cull the numbers but all efforts have, as of yet, been unsuccessful.
Swamp Thing
Something else has been seen in the swamp in recent years. Hunters have gone missing, only to be found dismembered, and witnesses have described seeing a figure resembling a crocodile, standing upright and walking on two legs.
The City of Uräcilmire
As each year passes Uräcilmire sinks a little deeper into the swamp; the stench of rotting vegetation hangs thick in the air while mosquitos zip about the ruins searching for their next victim. All the while those who refused to leave the city try and eke out a living among the creatures of the swamp.
As their foundations subside Uräcilmire’s buildings crack and splinter sending large chunks of masonry crashing to the ground. Entire families have been killed as they slept due to cave-ins brought on by their homes collapsing.
Uräcilmire is a city of almost perpetual twilight, even on the warmest day it is still shrouded in a thick layer of vapour. Steam and marsh gases mingle, hanging in the air oppressively and choking those who dwindle within its ghostly grasp.