

Past the rickety bamboo pier, even the streets ooze. After just two hours ashore, those without tough, leathery skin find themselves covered with an agonizing itch of bites and incisions. After what a voyager had experienced crossing the ocean, and the clean air of sea breezes, the humidity here is choking, an asthmatic fog that drones with the constant hum of countless biting flies. But if the air indoors is dank, the air outside is even worse. They stink further as they decompose, each of them filled with the rank odour of rotten vegetation and other, more revolting things. Its crudely built huts and hovels are riddled with termites and slimed with mould even the newest of them stink of decay as they rot slowly back into the ground from which they had sprung. With a name the inhabitants had shown surprising honesty with, Swamp Town is malarial and grubby. Swamp Town and Port Reaver are the two cities the Colonies control at the start of the game.ĭespite the brothels and taverns making up its decadent core, Swamp Town is no place for excess.
