An otherwise unassuming valley is home to a shimmering purple and green tear in the fabric of reality. On the other side of the tear is none other than the Shadowlands, the place between life and death which necromancers and their ilk seek to master. What manner of sorcery could have opened up a permanant rift between the planes of existence is unknown, but it must have been powerful beyond belief. From this spinning disc of ethereal light come legion on legion of undead, some using bodies of those fallen nearby and long buried in the mud, others forsaking physical form for a more ghostly presence here in the realm of the living. Whatever their plans, they seem to have decided to stay near the rift for now, but how long this will last is unknown.
Sublocation for Dreadmarsh, levels 38-40