Also known as Virgin’s Rose, the Secret Flower, and the Scarlet Lady

The Zenahin Flower, Zenahin Bloom, Star Eye, Mood Flower, Little Judge, it has many names.

A flower that blooms in honor of the sun itself.

Fluffy headed plant things with an equally fluffy headed personality

The grapes of sorrow

As the tree sprouted from his chest, and the roots anchored his body to the ground, he wished as he died that he had not eaten the golden apple.

The susurrating death-bringer of the Northern Moors.

"My god, what is that?"
"Orcweed, sir. Never need a wall with this growing."

The delicate flower of the deepest Arctic, bearing the essence of ephemeral purity.

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

Medicinal Plants Real world list

- First encountered during the Green War, leading to the loss of Castle Marcharin at the culmination of the Druid’s Seige

A flower from the gardens of the Divine…

The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes…

Colossal Water Lilies

  At that moment the drizzle eased, and Ledoik could see as plain as day a blight upon the fields near the edge of the forest. Like a rock dropped into a pond, a wave of lighter shades of green emanated from the blights centre. Growing from the forest, where it was darkest, the field got lighter and lighter the further away it was from the blight. It was clear enough. The commander barked words, organising the archers, the few catapults they had and the giant rockslings to this side of the battlements. He motioned them to aim towards the blight, the dark patch near the fields edge

"It was another beautiful sunset in the wastes. In the distance I could see an entire meadows worth of plants sliding to a safer place for the night." Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press

"Just when I thought it could not get any hotter, we cleared the crest of a small hollow. There was the most magnificent sight, a huge shadey tree hidden in the depression. It must of been there for decades for I had never seen a Drooping Tree that large before and in my decades of prospecting since,"  Exerpt: A Prospector’s Tale, VOL XXIII Blue Guild Press

"Tumbling dang danger" the old old prospector said.

A strange sight of the wastes, long green streamers pinned to the sky floating on the wind.