Knights of Angels and Days of Yore
Disguised as an ordinary climbing ivy, this plant surprises, entangles and constricts about any living creature which ventures close enough. It squeezes the blood out of its victims to feed its roots and to grow intoxicating grapes with which to lure more of the unwary.
Evil followers of the old gods grew briar patches and fed them the blood of innocents while casting powerful, twisted, fire magics. The resultant creature resembles a thorny thicket trimmed into the shape of a mount and is as fast and agile as a horse. When these noxious plants were ridden into battle, they pressed their victims against their sharp thorns to absorb the blood and rekindle their flame of mobility.
When the old gods sought to punish the hapless, they transplanted bloodthorn bushes from their gardens of horror to ring entire villages. These tough, wiry plants look similar to other briar patches although they seem dry and desiccated … except for clumps of luxurious berries ready to be eaten. If a person is overcome by gluttonous impulses, they will fail to notice the long, dangerous thorns lying flat against the stems. Once the hapless reaches for those tempting berries, the bloodthorn snaps its thorns into the appendage and starts sucking out the fire within the blood. Even those who resist temptation soon discover that on moonless nights and under the cover of clouds, bloodthorns uproot themselves and seek out prey.
Not satisfied with the damage they had wrought, the old gods brought forth a new horror from their gardens. These red flowers speckled with gold and black release a heady scent which attracts those who are lustful. Having drawn their victim into vicinity, the flowers leap from their previous host into the air to swarm about their new prey as if they were a flock of small birds. With their fluttering petals and paralytic pollen, they confuse their target into immobility. Then they bury their roots into the flesh to lay seeds which absorb the victim’s blood and fire. When the new flowers mature, they burst forth out of the dead flesh, bloom, and wait for their next host to arrive. Sometimes, once their seeds reside within the host, they release the host from its paralysis so that it might carry the seeds to into villages and towns where they can easily find more hosts.
To insure more suffering in the world, the old gods planted this tormented fungus upon the dead. Each spore feeds on the stink of the dead and trapping it within their ballooning bodies. Once the spores ripen enough, they release from the body and drift away, either rolling or bouncing where the winds take them. Mushroom stalks along their surface give them some ability to control their movement and allow them to seek out Fire – campfires, cooking fires, ovens, torches, and even lanterns. Once in contact with flame, tiny hairs along their surface catch. Within moments, the flaming ball explodes and scatters the new spores to find either the dead or those soon to be dead.
Evil followers of the old gods emulated their god by twisting plants into constructs to guard their personal gardens of horror. These plant golems are designed to look like giant insects and to guard the places most foul, and they carry out that duty long after they have consumed their creators.
And because there was too much merriment in the world, the old gods gave the giants mobile, carnivorous plants to roam the foggy edges of their territories. These plants are large enough to swallow a humanoid whole.
Some claim these are the descendents of the twisted nightmares of the old gods. These fungi reside in pits and shallows with their open maws and tendrils ever searching for food. Often the first sign of these invaders is the clouds of rotting spores they release to disorient and begin consuming their prey. Their “flesh” and spores have been used in all manner of foul potions.
As the old gods displeasure of the elves grew, their gardens of horrors absorbed that hatred and a new vine of fire and loathing grew. It plumped out and developed the ability to walk and discharge its needles into any desired target. Now they roam the forests is search of those with elven blood.
In the midst of winter, the old gods planted one of these trees in the center of the elven city Aelfa Cathar. First delight turned to terror as the tree began to sing. Its powerful song inflicted nightmares upon the elves and slowly drew their city deep underground. The few elves who fled were consumed by nightmares. From where they fell saplings of the night twist grew to bring all consuming nightmares to more and more of the world.
When the forest elves were late in their human sacrifices, the old gods scattered these giant trees throughout their forests. Moving silently through the forests, these trees took up root near elven encampments and grew pods high in their canopies. When the pods were ripe, they descended and broke open to release mobile fruit in the shape of Orcs. These fruits seized the elves and fed them to the ravenous trees. After clearing the forest, the trees went in search of humans for further sustenance.
This fungi camouflage themselves so well that they can completely blend into their surroundings even while devouring their victims. It is feared that these fungi gained the ability to move by devouring animals and other mobile creatures. Further it is feared that they will gain magic soon as their spores are prized by magic users of all types for use in invisibility potions, spells, and cloaks.
Evil followers of the old gods fed the blood of giants to tumble weeds even as they cast their twisted fire magics. When finished, they had created an enormous ball of vines and stickers which tumbles over anything in its path. Devoid of anything above instinct, these balls now bowl over anything that moves. Anything light enough to be picked up by its stickers will travel with the tumbling ball until finally released to serve as food for the next brush patch.
Even as the war drew to a close, the evil followers of the old gods unleashed one more horror from their foul gardens. Appearing as a large patch of dew drenched leaves scattered upon the forest floor, they lay in wait for their prey. In a single motion, they raise themselves upright to reveal a trunk with dozens of sticky tentacles which strike, kill, and devour any meat and flesh within range. Their leaves change shape and color, and they migrate to avoid the winter snows.
This pile of rotting leaves grabs its prey, constricts, and dissolves flesh, muscle, and organs. It gives off a scent very similar to that of coming rain as it consumes anything that comes within its range.
These plants appear to be grassy mounds sometimes with bright, colorful flowers with their tempting scents. It uses vine tendrils to catch its prey and pull it down into its roots. Then the plant rips apart the victim and gorges itself upon the blood, other vital fluids, and meat.
Desperate to protect their forests from the evil which followed the old gods and the horrific plants the old gods had unleashed upon the forests, the elves poured the last of their magics into creating the treants. Even as they won the war, they lost control. Now the various types of treants seek to remove people from the forest and expand the forest.
When the evil tree, Mullu Bartu de Morte te Satmen, was chopped down and burned, the evil followers of the old gods lost their most frightful magics. Even the old gods lost their grip upon the world, causing them to despise the races all the more. Determined to take revenge, they unleashed one last creature from their gardens of horrors. The massive terror trees lost strength, intelligence, and size as they fell to the world, but their thirst for blood did not diminish. They appear as thorny hedges or underbrush until they are ready to attack. Bounding forth, they leap forth in small patches to scratch at passerbys. They can weaken those they scratch, but lacking in thought, they rarely press their advantages. Their thin arms catch fire easily and quickly. If they have learned anything of their time upon the world, they have learned to fear Flame.
These plants appear to be clumps of sunflowers with the exception that the flowers will follow people as well as the sun. Those flowers are capable of inducing hallucinations, confusion, and death.