Towards the north and northeast lie the spruces of Dolwood. They encompass the great Lumber mills of Acumin. The untouched forest yields great wealth in the currency of cellulose. The southern part of the forest consists mainly of beech and other leafy trees, it is also the home to pine heaths. They are of less market value and therefore are the main slash and burn areas for the developing farming industry.

Lying on the temperate zone Acumin experiences varying temperatures depending on the time of year. Using the famed Celsius scale (a glass tube filled with mercury. The mercury, attracted by the sun rises when it is warm. The mercury fears the chill of winter and therefore shrinks back when it is cold. This device was invented by the Halfling genius Kelius Farenbright) it is estimated to lie around 25°C during summer and -15°C during winter.

Specifically plants:

The Dolwood is a primeval forest, the mayor tree species are spruce and beech. After them comes the pine. Oak and juniper also grow in great abundance, adding to the value of the forest. Below them grow gooseberry bushes, hazel, ferns, wild roses and a multitude of other waist high plants. The bottom layer is made up of lichen, moss, blueberry-, clove- and cowberry plants. To the west of Acumin lie the plains. Tall grass grows where there are no cultivations or ranches.

Specifically animals.

You will find all of the animals normally living in a temperate climate roaming in or around Acumin. Vipers, wolves and bears (oh my) are the culprits of about a dozen deaths every year. Exact numbers of deer, bear wolf and hare are not known as no zoologist has had the time to conduct an accurate survey of the area.

[The magnificent animal thrust its paw into the chill waters of the lake. Bringing up a salmon it placed it into a drooling maw. Slowly stepping towards the lakeside, taking care not to be swept away by the strong current, it lifted its nose to the sky and sniffed. After a few motionless moments it carried on and finally reached a suitable spot. Dropping the prey to the ground it did not hesitate to tear off a big piece of fish and gulp it down.

Cullyn Crakov hastily scratched down some notes onto the sheet of paper. He had never seen such a specimen before. This brown bear was truly stupendous! He wanted to come closer and see its true height. Having tracked it since it came into The Dolwood he felt a kind of kinship growing. Perhaps this was more than a bear…perhaps. Looking up he tried to locate the bear again…it had disappeared! But how! No bear he had encountered had ever moved that fast without making noise.

The snapping of branches could be heard behind him. Realising what it might be, but not truly believing it, he turned around. Standing a mere two feet from him was the bear in all its magnificence. Its hot breath almost distracted Cullyn from noting as much as he could down on his white sheet of paper.] - Cullyn Crakov’s last day on Alleria –