While one cannot deny the beauty of the Giant Foxglove, it is tempered by the knowlage that the beauty hides its deadly nature.
Dire Vine has a long reach, watch your feet less they disappear from underneath you
Queens of the forest, the Loru Valsharris are respected by elf, dryad, and ent alike.
The evil fruit of Necromancy within the depths of the Aelfen forests may tap into a power older and more sinister than ever seen in human lands…
In the depths of Destinen Wood, the grotesque pets of the Dark Lady lurk, belching forth their vile webs.
An extremely exotic tree that is unlike any other. It is used world wide in the finest palaces and establisments…
A smaller cousin of the typical fox, closer to trees.
These foul-tempered brutes are seldom encountered away from their native jungles, and a good thing that is!
From the Book, The Southern Reaches - of Savages and Silver, a travel log by Admiral (ret.) Saveth, noted Naturalist.
“One of the most interesting discoveries we made during our visit with the Hanaset was the odd looking, but very useful beast they called the Ralu. ”
This glowing fungus has been known both to save lives, and to ruin them as well.
The crests of Compall Fowle are reputed to have potent healing powers, but little else is known of the vicious birds.
This unique animal is sought after by many a hunter and lord. Many knights have sought to gain fame by capturing this elusive, graceful animal for whom calling it a beast is a crime.
An ancient yew tree, touched by Death himself and chosen to be his witness throughout time.
Lutazum is an immense (32’ at the top of it’s shell) tortoise which walks on huge 2’ thick legs. It is dark green with speckles and looks about with suprising intelligance. On top of its shell are strapped leather containers of all description.
Demontrumpets, as illuded to by the name, are not normal plants, but are plants who hold their origin in the Abyss. Perhaps brought by summoned demons, perhaps created by a dark god for some purpose, perhaps simple plants mutated by an artifact of great evil.
The Great Black Stag of the Southern Forests, Donnerwunsch has drunken deeply of the rivers of the Desert of Divine Despair.
Brendan stared at the creature in the pale moonlight, transfixed by the silvery petals that glistened beneath that perfect purity. It was not until his final breath that he gathered his wits enough to scream after the thing had descended on him, all muscle and thorns and hard, barklike skin. It was too impossible, even the crimson blossoms that shone in the light of the moon.
There! Did you see it that time? I swear someone is following us. I keep seeing torchlight through the damn trees. I'm telling you, something is following us.
Thom, your either seeing things or drinking to much. There is no one following us. See look . . . wait, they look . . . they look like spiders but they are on fire!
- Last words of Micha, Traveller and Explorer.
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