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

Slain by thirst and heat, these sad souls seek moisture - any moisture - to quench their eternal, burning thirst.

'See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does.'

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

Pitiable creatures, wandering forever in search of that denied them, unable to rest even as they crumble away to little more than crawling wrecks of bones.

At first appearing to be glass, this ring of enchanted ice is a boon to those in wintery climes...