Surprisingly keen and quite charismatic – for an undead. Made from mould and mud, the bog-born thrives where growth meets decay and murky waters drown the lands. Unknown spirits push this peculiar undead into its mockery of life and bless it with consciousness, resourcefulness and sturdiness alike. The bog-borns form loose groups to spend their time in make-shift settlements. From dawn till dusk, they skilfully build their huts out of rotting debris and fallen trees. When the sun settles, they dance – in a myriad of flickering lights they break the night’s darkness, with screeching sounds and tiny splashes its silence. And just as the bog-borns do, the swampy forest dances with them.
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