The stench of decay and rot hangs heavy in the air of Murky Gate. Houses on stilts are connected by a network of walkways and gantries hanging over swampy waters, infested with crocodiles and other dangerous creatures. Buildings are overgrown by vines and moss, which give a rustic, almost primitive appearance to this place. The lazy crocs that roam the waterways are massive and menacing, with jagged teeth and razor-sharp claws. Garbage and debris float everywhere, and rats scurry around looking for scraps.
Despite the harsh conditions, the people of Murky Gate are resourceful and hardworking, eking out a living from the land and the water. The district has its own unique culture, with customs and traditions that have been passed down through generations.
The swamps and marshes beyond Murky Gate are treacherous and unforgiving, filled with all manner of dangerous creatures. Few venture beyond the gate, and those who do rarely return.