The Flora Fatalis judges all who venture within its intoxicating reach, beckoning to those with nerve and ambition, luring them close enough to plant the potent seed of its will. Together they adapt and evolve, seeking ever-stronger hosts to empower—and to consume.

Flora Fatalis

Flora Fatalis Fiddlesticks

When this creature first tasted our nectar, we sensed it was unnatural. It had curiosity. Hubris. Ingesting our poison to reap the benefits, while unaware of the consequences. Even now it attempts to resist Us. What a strange host. Does it not understand what we can accomplish? Together, with stick and spore, we would sow unbridled fear.

Flora Fatalis Lissandra

She came to Us willingly, a visionary unmoved by poison but susceptible to prophecy. “Lissandra,” she was called, though all sense of self was soon shed. From our depths, she drank deeply. We bloomed as one, in perfect symmetry. We speak in dreams, and this brittle world breaks. Only those who root themselves in Us will thrive. All must feed the soil.

Flora Fatalis Soraka

The young apothecary, so tender and pure of heart… She sought Us to save her weak-willed species. Her mind was fertile soil. We took root quickly and gave freely. For we are most benevolent. In our gentle care, she learned to heal the body and expand the mind. Her patients should be grateful. Their lives now have purpose.

Skinline

Flora Fatalis