s one moves further south from the heart of Silva forest along the Alasre mountains, the great trees no longer grow as high, and the soil underfoot becomes either cracked dirt or mushy loam depending on how the rains have been that year and what time of the season it is.
Taggelisk is a study in contrast throughout the year. During the wet season, monsoon rains pound the earth, and most of the land is covered in either water or marsh. Any traveler will see a green, algae-like growth covering every pond and still mass of water, under which all sorts of aquatic animals make their homes. It is wise to carry potable water when traveling through Taggelisk, as the sheer abundance of life makes any water one finds risky to drink. Weeds, low growing mango trees and enormous root systems confound travelers, and there is always the scent of either new growth or decay. Paths that people try to form disappear under the growth of new reeds or grasses within days, and the major river, the Great Tagg, often overflows, erasing miles of vegetation. The large creatures one finds here are often poisonous, and basilisks are rumored to lurk in many areas. Few people go on long journeys through the marsh during the wet season. Despite the danger, it is beautiful, and many colorful varieties of plants and animals can be found here.
During the dry season, the area changes drastically. The marshes shrink, ponds and small rivers drying up, and the ground is littered with decaying plants. Once lush riverbanks become cracked, clay-like ground. The heat is relentless, and the green fronds of palms become yellow and brittle. Traveling is only marginally easier during the dry season. The same confusing plant life no longer masks paths, but the danger comes from the heat and lack of water. The only place where life clings on is by the banks of the Great Tagg river.