Clearwater is a place that sprung to life with one goal in mind, Isolation.

The goblin tribes to first settle there had picked the swamps inside the deep wilderness of Hareimar to avoid the troubles that their kind always seemed to attract.

The humans of this nation always relished hunting them down, murdering many a goblin for notoriety, sport or even just money. It didn't matter if a goblin was out scavenging for food at farms or in streets, camping out in caves or just living out in the many forests that littered the Hareimarin countryside. Sooner or later a goblin head was gonna end up mounted on some adventurers' wall, or worse stuck on one of the many pikes that surrounded most of the humans towns.

Many tribes had tried on multiple occasions to retaliate over the centuries, to give back what they had unjustly been given. There was only so much abuse they could take before you had to hit back.

After a couple of skirmishes in which an elite tribe successfully raided a human village the goblins would soon come to learn that the humans were much more brutal when revenge was in their heart.

Great human mages had been sent to burn down entire forests, which many called home, all whilst soldiers stationed on the outskirts were ordered to cut down any and all who ran out. It didn't matter who or what as long as the goblins got the message loud and clear.

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These are not your lands! Death to all green-skins!

A group of tribal elders got together and decided the best step forward for their collective was to avoid the humans at all costs, to disappear into the darkest parts of the world and cloud their existense away from prying eyes.

It didn't take too long for a team of the finest scouts the goblins could muster to come across a location that would ensure their survival.

In the northeast of Hareimar in between two large unruly mountains lies a mysterious forest filled with the largest tress any being had ever seen.

Amongst those trees lies a swamp, a swamp so boggy, so damp, so muddy and riddled with moss and all things green you'd think this was the swamp that set the standard for all to follow.

To enter this particular swamp was a difficult task for most tall creatures, you have to crawl through deadly thick thron bushes all to end up in a bog so deep most souls who've tried just end up getting sucked down and drowning in heavy mud. If the mud didn't get you you would have to contend with the local wildlife;

Giant Rollerbugs were known to live out in these lands and are very territorial to any being that strays too close for their own good.

The Boglotan, the frog folk who lived out on the algae infested waters, they were known to shoot paralysing darts then drown their targets unless you offered them something of value. Luckily the scouts had taught them the joys of smoking goblin weed during their first interaction.

Then of course there's all the usual swamplife such as gators, snakes and an assortment of creepy crawlies to contend with.

It was safe to say that if isolation was what you wanted to achieve, there was no finer place than within this wild and unpredictable place.