The hidden settlement of the refugees fleeing political retribution in Bosaadak, founded on the jungle floor as a way to help keep the denizens safe — as safe as possible, at least. They have little in the way of supplies save what they could carry out with them when they were Exiled and what they have managed to forage or trade for in the intervening months. Nonetheless, with more than a few magically and technologically inclined residents’ efforts, the small village has nonetheless grown into something like a home.
Surrounded by carefully cultivated thick brambles and mazelike vine trellises and protected by the noxious vapors of a curious collection of fermented secretions gathered by the strange bog druid, Thorns, the village is nearly impossible to find for those who do not know where it is, but that same isolation lends it a particular vulnerability; when stocks of the warding gas run low, the threat of attacks by savage local wildlife increases substantially.
Within the village proper, a few dozen hastily grown and constructed structures cluster around the bases of a handful of young seka trees. A small stream runs nearby and a few herds of farm animals graze lazily amongst the buildings. Near the center of the village, youths practice with play weapons and elders tend to tasks like tanning leather and cultivating the enchanted plantlife that makes up much of their construction material.