The Dead Marches of Warothornia

"I see before me: Marches as far as the eye can see. The water Green and bubbling with vile ooze, Giant clouds of swarming bugs and maggots feasting on the corpses of those foolish enough to wander in here, I've also seen Zombies, Wicked spectres, insane phantoms roaming and shambeling across the marches unrivaled until they are enslaved to one of the inhabitants: Hooded men in black robes escorted by men armored from tip to toe in a sickly coloured armor with death motifs all over. All I wish is to get out of here...." -Garret Garretsson alledgedly succumbing to the vile fumes.

The dead marches of Warothornia was founded by Fouzad The eternal who was thrown out of the holy empire of Evil Wizard Satanists for being too dark and edgy and not worshipping Satan. It is a realm of paradise for all necromancers who time and time again have tried to gain access into supreme death hell however only a few necromancers have actually achieved this feat leading to them becoming the head of state, created by a council of people in black robes who thought it'd be a good idea to make a nation with dead people in it.