The presence of Lady Ager causes a certain air of strangeness to envelope the Dreaming of the Starke Area. Even if the dreaming changes, it holds onto a theme of mystery and foggy darkness. With the Florida region being a notoriously damp wetland, the Dreaming has changed to a gloomy swamp with a thick blanket of fog and mist.

In the dreaming, the sun is never out. Instead, the area is lit by gas lamps, fireflies and the moon. The silver path around Starke has mainly lamps on its path. It is a long, winding road of rickety wooden bridges that creak and groan beneath the weight of travellers.

Along the way people will find many creepy wooden cabins and old military forts jutting out the chimera infested waters. Housing sentient Chimera and Chimera. Lady Ager uses these cabins as an outpost for her guard and scouts.

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The unusual sentient Chimera of Swamp Town. They wear suits and long johns, but nothing else on the feet and hands. They can resemble anything from deep sea fish people in long johns to corpses fished out of the waters. Furthermore, they are mostly harmless, mostly, but they are a close-knit community of Sentient Chimera that don't let strangers get in too close. They are often found on the end of jetty's and in boats fishing or hunting other Chimera in the swamps.

A great, hulking alligator Chimera that stalks the Silver Road. Waiting for anyone foolish enough to step off the path and into her waiting jaws. She's about the size of two school buses, including her massive tail, the swishing movements of the scaly tail shake the very waters she treads.

Along her back, she wears the trophies of countless attempts to fell her. From a knife in the shoulder to swords and arrows between her spines.

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Small fire-fly like Chimera that group together in clusters. Often they're caught for a source of light among the dreaming.

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The main 'hub' area of the Starke dreaming. In the middle of the misty fog that covers the area stands the small village built on jettys and crumbling wood. Most of the homes here are made from cyprus trees, lit only by a set of lanterns that go down the winding streets. Despite it's decaying and decrepid apperance there is still an air of community and southern hospitality that covers the town. Beyond the town however is a different story entirely…

The local goblin market. It is carved out of a giant river boat that seems to have crashed into the swamp town's biggest house and has managed to stay there. It hosts the Goblin Market regularly and provides a place to relax and trade with.