Spellseekers are strange creatures from the Astral plane that are drawn to the material plane by shoddy spellcasting or uncontrolled magic. They are vermin
In the Non-Canon House of the Forsaken branch of the CE, the Meklords are the dark face of the Seibertronians
A parasitic mold with an unusual lifecycle and powerful mind-control properties.
A horde of devious, ferocious, tenacious, and atrocious creatures, beasts, and monstrosities to populate the northern realms of your fantasy. Get them while they're cold!
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A wagon lays overturned on the forest road, bodies savaged by tooth and claw lay strewn about it, their weapons clean of blood, seemingly unused.
A lone man runs from an unseen threat, deeper into the forest, away from the grisly scene in the road. He stumbles, his foot having caught on a root. He lands hard, his lungs feel like lead. Panting, he comes to his knees. Two eyes of emerald light meet his, a low growl emanates from the beast, and his death is swift.
An ashen grey willow with pale leaved tendils obscuring it's gnarled trunk. Sitting in the mire of great swamps, rare even in it's natural environment. The Banshee Willow's bark is known to have magical properties. Travelers beware, these trees seem to attract ghosts and other unsavory undead.
A hardy deep blue vine with needle-like thorns and bright orange flowers. If pricked by Widowthorn one should quickly seek the antidote or a natural remedy, the poison secreted by the thorns induces drowsiness and saps one's strength.
Clockworks & Psionics combined to create bipedal automatons that run on souls stolen from those close to death. The sick, the wounded, the weak. All gathered to power tireless soldiers with glowing gem-like hearts in their chests.
This mythical beast comes from parts unknown at times unknown but gods forbid it happen in my lifetime or in my city.
An evergreen shurbery that can forsee the future. Also a very sought after item for high end landscaping.
These flowers give an... explosive suprise to those who would pick it for its silver stem and gold petals.
Saril had a dream. To open a library in the windswept wastes of Naarish, so that the people of the many villages and towns spread over the hundreds of leagues of desert could discover the joys of his books. For a whole year he kept his library open, but alas, almost no one came.
That is when Saril came up with his new idea. If people didn't travel to read his books, he would travel to them! Saril closed his library, hired a team of twelve camels, loaded up the beasts with all of his books and proceeded to invent the first nomadic library.
Now children and adults alike, looked forward to hearing the bells of Saril's camels as he entered their villages, as he tirelessly traversed the deserts in a long circuitous route, visiting every village and town he came across, in turn. It came to pas that Saril's traveling library came to some fame, and that is how the folk of Naarish became literate.
A word of warning though. Naarish has only six thousand volumes. He deals with those that lose or steal his tomes quite "harshly", by bypassing the town or village which was responsible for losing one of his books for that calendar year.
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The Flayed Ones were once men, terrible and evil men, and they were punished for their heinous deeds.