The bog is a murky place.
Peat moss sits on the bog waters like seventies shag carpeting punctured
by fans of grass and skinny gray trees. There are few places for the Aisulu
to stand that wouldn't get their feet a little wet. The ones that do care to
venture about are careful not to do anything that may start a fire for fear
of an inferno should the spark catch.
There are miniature islands of muck covered in grass that make a fairly
suitable home for the Aisulu if they don't mind getting over to them in the
first place. Dwellings here can be recognized by the ornamental cat tail
gardens that bog Aisulu are so fond of.
The daring Aisulu that make their home in the bog are treated to the finest
berries in any of the surrounding land, which is perhaps the only draw to
this dreary, bubbling ooze of a landmark.
current weather
cooler than most places although still fairly warm, minor flooding occurs from the ocean.
