G R E Y M O R Y
A kingdom in name only with no outward facing government, economy, or trade, Greymory, (also referred to as the Greymory Wastes) is an extremely hostile wasteland inhabited by grossly mutated flora and fauna. A volatile and rugged terrain properly avoided by all who value their lives. Intelligent species of humans, orcs, goblins, gnolls or even giants, (whether by choice or forced into exile), who have tarried too long on the toxic sludge of Lake Greymory or in the noxious fog that lingers above, rapidly and quite painfully transform into hideous misshapen outgrowths of terror. Like caterpillar’s transformation into butterflies, Greymory’s dark chrysalis properties tear down natural life and force a complete metamorphosis on its victims.