"Though they walk as men and grow as weeds, they are neither; the angry dead, feeding the green with the rage until they walk again, yellowing bones bound by the twining green."
You could only hear the rest of them. And you could only hear them because they didn’t mind being heard. Running in the trees they were. We followed the little guy named Dorto. He led us to a spot and said in broken Gallen, "Here is village". There was nothing there I tell you. We looked about and could not see a thing. He smiled and pointed up. You could see it then, the huts and nests and ropes. A bunch of them were just hanging there by their feet looking at us. It was going to be an odd night. Exerpt from A Sailor’s Journey, by Ptholus WindRider
Blessed by the spirits of the forests, these feline creatures have barely begun the long, slow climb to civilization.
A tree of somewhat macabre aspect - its coconut-sized fruit have hair-like fronds hanging down, suggesting decapitated heads dangling from the tree.
- First encountered during the Green War, leading to the loss of Castle Marcharin at the culmination of the Druid’s Seige
The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes…
Beware these shrub-sized gaurdians of the forest.
Representing a primal force of nature which wants to strangle and slay all humanity, to bury their works beneath the roots of trees and their bodies as fertilizer.
Named Timberwings; for the girth and strength of their wings were as elder oaks, thick and tireless
The magical glow of the rare Allifendae Tree enthralls some and terrifies others…
Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.
The earth holds the fool and holds the wise,
endures that good and bad dwell (upon her);
she keeps company with the boar,
gives herself up to the wild hog.
The Atharva Veda
A scourge of sweet dreams and good nights… and nothing more than a harmless fox.
Twin-aspected aliens, the Kel’Regar are strange creatures, and their alien society, strange technology, and lithe bodies evoking the images of elves in some humans.
An assortment of magical, dangerous plants, derived from natural plants and steeped in odd magics.
In the forests around the Unseen Fortress, there are numerous dangerous trees. Here are a few of them…
“Wait, is that the same Damn tree we’ve been seeing all day?”, Ured the strong demanded. “No… Yes, yes it is.” stammered Fenstill the mage.
“Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to kill you now…” said Ured, drawing his sword. “I understand,” said the mage, wondering why he got into the magic business anyway…
With apologies to Monty Python…
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