The southern and southeastern lowlands where Veldmere turns boggy. Fens, marshes, brackish pools, and slow rivers that seem to flow in circles. Will-o-the-wisps dance at night. Drowned ruins of older settlements break the surface in places.

The Drownlands were never wealthy, their villages were built upon stilts, causeways between settlements, eel-fishers and peat-cutters making their living from the muck. Some of these communities survive today, though they are more isolated than ever.

Things bubble up from the deep bogs. The Drownlands were strange before The Fall, they have only become more so after.