Bramble Swamp

On the night of the winter equinox, in the depths of the Bramble, the daughters of the swamp and their chosen protectors gather at the ground of Baba Yaga and dance for the spirits, just as the ancient citizens of the Dread King did in ages past. Throughout the night, the swamp women spin, the knives in their sashes flashing as the envious ghosts of the marsh wrap themselves in warm flesh once more. When finally the light of dawn slips sickly through the hanging moss, only one stands among her sisters, the ground slick with the blood offering to the souls of the ferns, mud, and snakes, and for a year she is Queen of Bramble, before the swamp reclaims its bride. This of course is a legend and wives tale told of the frightening swamp, but these stories of course persuade folks to never go near the place. However, what is not legend, its known that black dragons make their home here, which is a true reason to stay away.