A warped and twisted, low-standing, tree covered in dark bark. It's wild, overgrown tangle of branches creep across the ground in a large circle. The entire thing is covered in a multitude of thorns that shift from a bright acidic green to a deep blood red.
Sometimes walking through a moldering old crypt can be a pleasure. With the smell of bone dust and ancient burial wrappings, almost like a library. Certainly as quiet. Until you step in a patch of Choo Mold.
Mind the nettles son, it's wet out.
The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing.
A higly misunderstood flora.
"And make sure the fruit stays dry."
- The Best Cook of Royal Navy, a book never read
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…
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...