When solid ground grows soft with emerald moss and rivulets of black mud, and coffee-colored water pours slowly around the trunks of densely carpeted trees, this marks the beginning of Laod Mor: the swamp of Blossom Forest. Time itself seems to slow to a soporific crawl . . . the humid jungle air grows stagnant, thick with the scent of rich flooded earth and an abundance of green things that can be found nowhere else—except perhaps Caidir Olc. In some areas of the swamp, water rises so high the only way to cross it is to crawl across fallen logs or massive roots arching from their liquid beds; in other places a wolf might wade easily through the mire—or find a fortunate stretch of mostly dry earth. Pieces of the great river, Glaesfaet Sceawere, also slice through from time to time: small falls that feed into surprisingly clear pools, only to terminate into tar-like pits. Of course, Laod Mor’s beauty shines brightest at night. Here, fireflies gather at all times of the year . . . suffusing the shadowy place with millions of twinkling lights.

Those looking to hunt here of course find a myriad of water prey, including caiman, turtles, fish, crayfish, otters, and toads.


Once you stare Death in the face, you appreciate life for what it is

She wasn't sure why she had said what she said, but there was truth in there. Everyone she knew was dead, her parents were dead, her siblings were dead. She supposed that was why she was standing in the cold in front of someone who she didn't know, hoping for all that was worth that she wasn't in league with the ones who killed her family. It was because of them that her family was torn apart. It was because of them that she was here in the dead of the night instead of being asleep with her family. So yes, she was scared, hungry, and cold. Not to mention confused because the wolf in front of her didn't know who it was she was talking about. She sat down where she was standing and reared her head slightly backward while listening with her head cocked a bit and her eyes narrowed. She would like to get someplace warm but there was still the issue: who could she trust? "That sounds okay. My name's Vivi." Then she spoke the question she so wanted there to be an answer to: "How do I know I can trust you?"


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