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"Here, the bog is coated with a putrid sheen that gleams golden in the candle light. The stench of the rotting white flowers pervades the air. It is an unwholesome fog which cleaves to the gilded waters like a shroud. Little candles grow out of the lilies, like clumps of clotted fat."[1]
The Lilymire is a swamp in the Hinterlands located near Marigold Station.[2] The place and its surroundings have a rotten atmosphere, and are lit by thousands of white lilies containing a candle.[3][4] The waters here were flooded with the run-off from Hell's law-furnaces, and unprotected divers may emerge permanently altered.[5]
Hell refused to conquer the Lilymire, and instead left it as a place for its "dead and exiled."[6] Details of this place are kept secret, from those who died here, to the grave's original owner, to for whom the candles burn.[7]
↑Brave the Lilymire, Fallen London"The route [...] effluvia of the grave [...] lilies float by – they are alight, [...] sweet, rotten scent [...] the flickering of thousands of lily-candles."
↑Search for a Hellish artefact, Fallen London"[...] dive into the [...] waters of the mire, fattened with the effluvia of Hell's law-furnaces. [...] The Lilymire churns [...] Old laws alter the composition of your heart [...] The accrual of edicts wears away at your protections, [...] you are forced to withdraw, lest you be irrevocably altered."
↑The Lilymire, Fallen London"This is a place Hell [...] refused to conquer: only its dead and its exiled linger here."
↑Dive into the Lilymire, Fallen London"[...] Brass Embassy does not publish [...] those who died in this mire. Hell will not reveal whose [...] grave this once was, nor for whom the candles burn."
