waiting for the next creature to become a companion...

Dried vines and dead branches and wet fog, ruined walls and ghostly shadows. In the shadowy swamps that shimmer eerily, are invisible beasts waiting for their prey, breathing a breath of putrefaction and death. Here dead bones and moss are used to measure corpses, and unwilling souls are among the branches, at the bottom of the swamp, waiting for the next creature to become a companion...