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Nobody
October 3, 2013
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Volcano Trees    Lifeforms  (Flora)   (Mountains)

A heat resistant tree with stone bark and leaves, that only lives in volcanic areas.

Part of my series on pseudo-magical world building

Kassil
January 11, 2008
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Goldleaf    Lifeforms  (Flora)   (Mountains)

Prized for the metallic sheen of the foliage, this peculiar plant dwells on the banks of mountain rivers, relying on heavy metals and photoelectric power to spread itself

Roack
December 7, 2005
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Luzori Mushroom    Lifeforms  (Flora)   (Mountains)

An influential fungus among us!

Kinslayer
November 8, 2005
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Night Eyes    Lifeforms  (Flora)   (Mountains)

Sometimes, someone is watching in the middle of the night.

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The Place of Black Snow

       By: Murometz

Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat.

Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the “Ash-Wind” comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.

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