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Scrasamax	Trees of the Moon By: Scrasamax Strange plant-like creatures that many believe immigrated from the Moon to the Earth Lifeforms Flora Desert magic tree tree moon	by Scrasamax 72^xp 1 reply 2056 views
Cheka Man	Wangadi Fruit By: Cheka Man The fruit of the Wangadi tree should be treated with respect, because if eaten at the wrong time it can be mind blowing. Lifeforms Flora Desert desert	by Cheka Man 190^xp 8 replies 4481 views
MoonHunter	Ocadian PitFiend By: MoonHunter Ephemeralstability wrote: The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. 'Stay very still,' he warns. 'Don't move at all.' 'What is it?' you ask, breathlessly. 'It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak...' Lifeforms Flora Desert ocadian desert	by MoonHunter 245^xp 15 replies 11667 views 2 HoHs
Kassil	Dead Pepper By: Kassil A large, ruby-red pepper, found in dry regions; much prized by alchemists and gourmands alike. Lifeforms Flora Desert magical flora	by Kassil 225^xp 15 replies 9456 views

“ Wytchwolde-Under-Ash, once a great Thorpe, was razed to the ground by the ruthless, and truth told more than slightly deranged, Porcelain Princess and her henchmen, the Purifiers. When the flames had at last subsided, and a kaleidoscope of swirling, dull-gray ash choked the sky, nine hundred acres of old growth iron spruce, black larch and weeping birch, was burned to utter cinders, along with the entire coven of witches comprising the Sisterhood of the Silver Teat. Now, centuries later, the forests are somewhat re-grown, and the town of Foolswater stands where Wytchwolde-Under-Ash once did. It is said that even to this day, one can still find ashes in the otherwise potable well-water of this village. Once a year during the Winter Solstice, the 'Ash-Wind' comes to Foolswater, a suffocating black cloud that passes quickly but leaves dead birds and animals in its wake, darkening the trees, and staining the sky with black snow. The inhabitants of the village know better than to be caught outside during the day-long Ash-Wind. Everyone is locked snugly inside, singing old hymns that curse and re-curse the burned witches who once called this place home.”

Murometz

“ Throw in a handful of random customs - like women or men of a certain level of society being required to wear a veil or a pendant of some type.”

Kassil

“ A furry animal with human eyes and a trunk that devour dreams and nightmares.”

Michael Jotne Slayer