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Samhon The Land without Rivers
Samhon is a land of gently rolling hills, sharp pinacles and winding roads.
It is also a land without even a brook of running water visible on the surface.
In Samhon all water goes down into dark pits, seeps into crevices or at best is heard burbling unseen in the depths of sink holes.
The only fresh water available anywhere is either rainfall or that which can be pulled up from sanctioned wells.
Despite this Samhon is lushly covered in an almost garden like expanse of trees, Herbs, shrubs, tall grasses and air plants.
On the surface farmers struggle to keep soil arable. Most of it is barely more then damp sand for half a meter or more down, nearly every plant which thrives has deep roots. Some have called it the green desert as journeying across Samhon you can easily die of thirst surrounded by thriving plant life.
The Digger Hills
The most prominent element of Samhon's terrain are the hills, whether originally natural or not the hills are now shaped and reshaped things. Each one is topped by the hollow columns that mark the presence of an extensive digger city below. Some are in better repair then others, occasionally they are greatly overgrown, other times they are shining new. Each hill has been piled and built up higher and higher and it's base expanded and extended wider until it ultimately meets with the slopes of another hill.
In these meeting places between hills the ground is barren and dead rock, like dried up river beds.
Every hill marks the entire extant of a Digger Family's territory and it is best to expect that there are secret passages waiting under every scrap of earth found in these hills.
The Digger hills are universally covered in light forest with seemingly chaotic placement. It is only with careful mapping that the precision and underlying pattern of the plants on the hillsides can be recognized for the weaving lines of underground irrigation tunnels.
The plants change from trees to bushes to rich grasses and almost clover like leaves as one descends the inclines of the hills. The angle of the soil easing to flat until finally meeting one of the stone wash 'roads'.
Weaving up these hills making clear paths through the undergrowth are 'walls' or 'paths' of smoothly worn stone and clay columns. All of them marked with digger lines engraved into them. For those that know the way to read digger writing they are directions and schedule updates for the care of the surrounding plants and soil, impregnated with the signature scent of the owning family.