sonder winter 1711
Pog A Bog
An eerie stillness clings to the mire as shadowed wood sinks beneath the surface. Each step upon sodden earth a risk for traipsing with reckless abandon will no doubt spell one’s demise. Many have ventured here, just as many have been lost; swallowed whole by the bog to leave nary a trace of them. While any may attempt to traverse these lands Hinterland natives know best how to navigate the marsh, the safest trails, and ways to avoid residents of swirling rumors.
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