048 – Living Bog Priest

Living Bogs are perhaps the strangest and most majestic entities on Posterra. They are gods – mighty beyond mortal ken, humongous in scale and proportion, and unlike any living thing, they are an organism made of stone and soil, of rock and mud and of countless living things that gather their energy and nourishment from them. It is hard however to communicate with it, hard to comprehend their goals and morality, for they are too vast and too ancient to utilize the ethics and thoughts of puny, little mortals. Or, as some other theories claim, they are not fully sentient yet, not fully alive either. Just emergent avatars, the personifications of the bogs vibrant life and death circle that grew on the millennia of magic detritus. Whichever is the truth, matters not – Living Bogs exist and slowly crawl upon the face of the ruined realms, relocating lazily, spreading their live giving waters, shade and countless tribes that lives upon their mossy hides and venerate them as gods proper. And to guide such tribes, to communicate with the mortal servants and worshippers, some of the great bogs create little emissaries – the priests made of mud and grass and root, the simulacra of mortal life given thought and certain autonomy, a spark of life taken from other places. These shamans, these priests are greatly esteemed by the bogs tribesmen and seen as the guiding hands of the bog will.