Role

Chapter 3

All this unimaginable hatred comes to one goal, Death. The mires of the swamps
turn all that find Death into something even more, be it decaying matter turning
into what would become a diamond in billions of years. Or it could be shaped, by just
a turn of happenstance, into muck and gas that will bubble up and fade away. The mires
are seen as a forge to Morasfenmire, but on such a longer scale. Not only
do they break anything down, but the swamps and mires twist and warp that which
comes out of Death. The mires are Chaos in that what comes to Death, its final
reforming within the swamp is never the same. And sometimes the final result
is the product of only something with such a horrific and sick sense of humor.

So Morasfenmire can be found watching the bubbling within the swamps for hours, or
marring about in the muck of any swamp to find one of these end results, and what
is so delicious is that Morasfenmire is a warped and twisted creation born from the
Death of his half bred self on the day he was left in the swamps. Forged, warped, changed,
pressured, and twisted in the most devilish and sadistic manner, to create that which exists
at this moment. But just as anything within the pressures of the mires, Death is just
a path to another change. Morasfenmire is aware of this and so seeks Muuloc on a level of
inevitability. The pressures continue to change, no matter if you ask for the change or not...