Centered upon static Vermoot and two spikes of solid ground covered in forest, the Moon's Stone Pond is a vast region of bogs, mires and swamps that is ever in flux. Imagine a bucket, filled with snakes. Pour thousands of worms and millions of mites upon this ever shifting pile and you have the Pond. The earth elementals that make up the soil shift immensely from generation to generation, geological shifts and earthquakes occurring multiple times per century. Upon this base great liquid whales sink and swim, squirming into every nook and cranny. And smallest of all are the stands of trees, scrub and other flora that spring up and fall.
Each and every time this occurs new resources are both created and destroyed - the majority being low quality deposits of iron, tin and copper. Each and every clan roams across the bogs, laying claim to resources as they appear, developing industries and skills to exploit them and then forgetting them when the supply dries up. The only true 'arts' the clansmen have developed are those of divination - the shamans who lead the great wagons and caravans through mire and swamp, across the safe routes that change each and every season, seeking ore, coal, quality hardwoods and potable drinking water. These wagons are pulled by yeddim, mammoth and rhinoceri, these work-beasts serving not only as transportation, but also the main source of horsepower - every time a resource comes close enough to the surface to be exploited, immense amounts of physical strength is needed to plow the peat turf, ripping open the earth and dragging colossal hunks of stone and ore to the surface. When all has been claimed, those too slow or unfortunate either take to the forests or head to Vermoot, taking up residence there until the next great upheaval.
Prodigies occur relatively more often in this region, some say due to the blessing of Luna, others say due to simple facts of availability. Every now and then, something comes to the surface that is not common - an object of Malfean brass, deposits of jade or moonsilver, hermetically sealed manse-capsules and forgotten temples. The geomancy of the region is in constant flux and any major demense always has at least a slight tinge of the Moon's grace to it's nature. Because of the shortlived nature of anything strategic, from paths and fresh water, to camps, animal herds and demenses, almost all warfare is comprised of raids. Occupation is a fool's errand, slavery an institution doomed to failure. Faiths centered upon gods and ancestors rise and fall, (almost all theology having an aspect of renewal, change and cycles to it), with Yozi cults not being unknown. Notable are the Kings Of Peat And Smoke, Dead rulers who built manse-barrows to be entombed within, these capsules sometimes remaining below ground for millenia before rising to disgorge a horde of zombies and wights.
The current atmosphere of the Moon's Stone Pond is one of anticipation. The Realm to the southwest and Mankalvar to the northeast play games of intrigue, diplomacy and exploitation, the ruling sworn brotherhood of outcaste Dragonbloods composed of Guanting Lin (a Realm CO with a murky political position), Misted Vanities (liaison to the Immaculate Faith), Kolat Arpad (citizen of Mankalvar and bunraku pilot), Harmonious Gala (bureaucrat and head of trade negotiations) and Strangling Vine (native sorcerer). After beating back an incursion of the Kings Of Peat And Smoke, the Shattered Barrows Brotherhood accrued political power rapidly, quickly leveraging their local popularity and foreign support to become defacto leaders of Vermoot. To the north Chiho-Chao, a mortal warlord seeks to seize the riches of Vermoot for himself while the gods face off against the ancestor cults. The fae Oojga Batta extends her influence through the forests while a new lower-class demographic in Vermoot grows unruly and subversive. One of the most enduring and puissant ancestral Dead has lost an item of great power to a prominent god of Vermoot and strives to reclaim it, while the Kings Of Peat And Smoke watch for their next chance at domination. And as always, the immense leviathans of stone and earth writhe beneath, locked in endless contest with one another.