Deep in the Ankorillian jungles grows the Corpse Flower. A dreaded plant that can entangle and poison you silently.
Hours later your companions notice your absence,
turn and search for you.
As they backtrack they unknowingly pass your last resting place.
A rather smelly, orange plant.
Named after some Oldthings by the early colonists, these large, even by Kerrenese standards, these iridescent insects are a common sight everywhere in the world.
The children of the west know not our ability. Ironically in their arrogance they ask us for advice and use us as ambasadors often, failing to realize that al lwe are doing is learning everything we can about their kingdoms and weaknesses. They will learn, but it will be when they are kneeling before us in their own cities.
-Laar Scaren - Advisor to the Kingdom of Rhomas
The Derevo are not a race unto themselves but a race of similar species. Similar to the different asian cultures. They are all different yet similar being similar cultures. The Derevo are like that.
The leaves talk and caress the mind of those who are willing to listen. We know what it is they say and it does not bode well for the civilized lands to our west. Woe to them I say, the land will return to it’s natural state one day.
-Enio Lacvite - Knowledge Seeker of the Rred Leaf
The name for and the tree itself come from a land far away. The name means Long Wall in some foreign tongue. It is representative on how these trees grown.
There are times at night when you think the evil tree spirits are out to get you. They open their eyes. They reach for you, grasping for your soul. When you try to run, the very ground rebels, you trip and fall, often finding the branches reaching for you in the night air.
A bright red flower that faces certain directions all in unison.
Darbeasts are fearsome jungle beasts. They thunder through the jungle defending their territory from any perceived threats. They swim through the rivers and lakes, their massive bulks buoyant, eating grasses and spearing fish. Their strident calls are known to cause other beasts in the jungle to run.
Rats the size of cats, these insectivores are tree-top hunters. While they are useful to farmers and people, they are considered pests.
It is whispered at harvest bonfires that sometimes swarms will combine into a monstrously huge pile of Black Leaf Bugs, able to instantly stop anything it comes across. What is left explodes in a shower of maggots.
Large, difficult to kill, and long lived, this creature is responsible for the return of the Dagger as the primary tool of political intrigue.
Found mainly in dense forests, the Charyn slug is a most irritating creature to the average adventurer. Not because it is dangerous in any way, but that it tends to disturb their sleep.
Not many plants kill animals. This oaklike tree is predatory in the spreading of its seeds.
This tree has a somewhat unclear bush-like appearance. But so far, nothing special. The actual reason why is it called after medusas, is his power to deter any hostile creatures, and to be sure, all creatures
While Selvaks have some resemblance to their timid and weaker cousins - squirrels, they are far from cute and fluffy.
This herb is given to the father of a baby upon conception. Nine months later, the father will have an experience that will instill life long respect in the mother of his child.
The result of an unexpected side effect of magical research. The cherries help to light up the dark in a unique way.
The beasts of Urghul are found in the valley of Urghul, a remote, forested valley within the Cyllerean Mountains. These unstopable creatures are gigantic carnivores with a physique resembling gorillas, but with dark bluish-green scaly skin and huge ram horns protruding from their low foreheads.
The counter to the effects of the Barrenfield Oaks. It converts sunlight into the ingredients necessary for a healthy soil.
Forsht Bligo is a dwarf who loves the taste of blood. He's become quite the connoisseur over the years. Pigs blood, sheeps blood, cow's blood, if it's red and warm, Forsht considers it a delicacy. The fresher and hotter the better. Forsht will often sneak up on cattle, prick them with his dagger, and catch the flowing blood in his orc-skull drinking cup. His life goal is to taste the blood of every living animal. Although he has not yet sampled humanoid blood, he is not averse to doing so if the right opportunity presents itself. He is not particularly unpleasant if approached and can be easily befriended. Its just that he simply can't get enough of the "Juice of Life", as he calls it. Forsht's troubles come in the form of frightened and angry villagers who have proclaimed the misunderstood dwarf a vampire. Since Forsht is amused by this, he does little to dissuade anyone. This will lead to some dicey situations for Forsht in the near future.