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With the waning of the light, a new face of Yavin IV loomed. Rich in life, the swamplands were not without their dangers; the nature there knew how to defend itself.
Outlanders would have to navigate an endless sea of sinkholes; green grass might look solid to the unwary eye and next minute easily turn to water the moment a foot makes its tread. The lucky drown quickly, the murk of swamp swallowing them whole. Those who are unlucky got to meet what lurked in the water instead. Aquatic monsters with teeth like daggers and never enough to eat; their poisonous maws worked just as well as any weapon.
Let it be known that the western swamplands weren’t always like this; eons ago, they were but a small portion of the terrain. The land, once fertile, had become a victim of near-constant conflict. Again and again, the folly of wars wrought themselves upon the jungle, decimating large swaths of it till only stagnant water was willing to lay claim.
From the bowels of these marshes came a horrid sound. A shrieking, shrill cry that made many a prey quiver. Shadows moved freely with the coming of night, revealing that indeed something truly did lurk within those mire pools.
Something vicious… Something hungry…
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