Tyermur is a marshland north of the Trudnar mountains. It is bordered to the east by the Glumgard river and the to the west by the Nárfaltuin forest. Tyermur is a dire place with unhallowed ground, dead-magic zones, and numerous undead. The eerie silence of the place is occasionally broken by storms of howling winds. The Dream Howling is a dreadful sounding wind that sounds like the wails of elves (c.f. Lorthrindal). The wind has been known to drive some listeners insane.
Deep in the tall grasses of the marsh is an ancient ruin. Long ago, this place served as a blood sacrifice church to Orcus. Within this dreadful place called Orcus's Grin is a permanent rift to an area of negative energy. As a result, undead are numerous and very strong here.
In 1834, the Battle of Tyermur was fought here. This battle was one of the conflicts that made up the Lich Front. In this terrible battle, elves, Tragarans, hobgoblins and undead fell in the thousands. Many of the bodies were never recovered. They were trampled, crushed, and pressed into the marshes by friend and foe. Many more were lost in quicksand, bogs, or taken by monsters. As a result of these horrid events, evil magic, and agonizing deaths, the middle areas of Tyermur are haunted with spirits and ghosts.
- Orcus's Grin
|Creatures born in Tyermur or living here for more than a year gain willing deformity.|