A plant named for its gords, both in the smell of wet dog and for their roughly dog like appearance.

Treller Vines are impressive enough in the jungle, where they wind along trees adding a riot of color. Then they moved to a new neighborhood.

Sometimes, someone is watching in the middle of the night.

It is a squeeky clean flower.

Scarlett Call: Also known as Blood Tangle, Tryms Mark (Trym being a god of Battle), Hunter's Eye,Krell's Mark (Krell being an Evil Spirit whos worship has to deal with blood), Widow's Tears, Scarlet Call, and Earth's Wounds. When blood has been shed in anger or waste, The Scarlett Call will be there.

'ew. What is that smell? Where did it come from?'
'Where did that wyvern come from!'

A bright red flower that faces certain directions all in unison.

Quote from an idea of Strolen: 'A series of trees drop super spiny seeds to the ground. Only the most durable shoes can keep the spines from stabbing through.'

Pixie flowers are small flowering ground cover. The plant itself is a creeping vine that can cover the side of a building like an ivy.

'Like the Jewel of the Mire, the soul is a bright light along the dark path of time. '
—Scedebus Scholar

All too often, a new magical creature, or plant is not seen with wonder or awe, but rather a keen eye for exploitation. In the often violent and brutal realm of role-playing, the wonders of nature are often overlooked, and never realized. I though I would start this thread to see if anyone else had any ideas along these lines. With that being said, may I present...

The authors of Mediaeval bestiaries were not merely concerned with providing a description of creatures. No, for them, everything in Creation had a purpose - nothing had been made without an ulterior aim: the edification and instruction of sinful man. So, each creature described is not merely an animal but a living parable, imbued with moral or religious symbolism.

Sovereign's Swords are the distinctive weapons of the Sovereign's Finest, the upper ranked members of the Kingdom's forces. These special agents are the Sovereign's hands, imparting justice and rulings when needed, being embassy, or doing special duties.

On the intersection of Noble Avenue and First Street lies Kandorr's Fine Perfumery. The shop occupies the entire building which is built in a classical style with majestic marble pillars and stylish stained glass windows.

Long ago it was the 'Sleeping Bull' or something, but everybody calls it The Chimney nowadays. All because of the atmosphere, it is thicker than the soup they serve here, as some patrons like to claim.

The Full Goblet is a modest-sized, working-class tavern (public house), run by Hilgar. Hilgar is a bit over the hill and shabby, as is the general establishment. However, good solid fare at a decent value, and a regular and noisy clientele, keep the place in business, and the bar is also well-situated to bring in travellers.

Located in the lower part of the community, Pernouds is the epitome of sleazey establishments. The floors are dirty and smell of excretement, urine, and worse. The chairs are ramshackle built, and the tables are all in poor shape.

Nestled in between the other vendors and shops in the market is a small shop, humble in appearance, yet exclusive in clientele...

Wizard's Shop? Where's the Magic Shop? What sort of rubbish are you going on about sir?

In the early days of Hewdamia, the Gods squabbled over the world and took what they could from the each other. There was little here but water and soil, yet the Three Gods fought over it still. The arrival of the newer Gods marked a turning point in the world as well as the Gods. The arrival marked the beginning of a war that wouldn’t see the first blow for centuries.