Lord Ajihad
I use Aristois
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Name: Demonsbane
Homeworld: Voss
Development Thread: N/A
Average Measurements: Each vine can grow up to 2 meters in length, and get up to 1 cm thick
Cultivation Requirements: Needs to breathe air 50% sulfur 50% carbon dioxide to live, requires fertile peat and water as well. No Sunlight.
Strengths:
Inconspicuous- clinging to dark cave walls, it is hard for would-be predators to spot
Strong- its roots run deep into the cave walls, making it hard for predators to uproot and kill it.
Poison- this plant is poisonous to the Aethien species as it enters the bloodstream or if it is vaporized and inhaled
Weaknesses:
Sun- this plant hates sunlight, and will die upon coming in contact with its rays
Selective breather- this plant can only breathe a mixture of sulfur and carbon dioxide, making it difficult to grow elsewhere.
Distinctions: Thin brown vines with little red leaves growing off of them. The vines run deep into the surface they are attached to, worming their ways into the smallest of cracks and nooks. The leaves smell like gunpowder, no doubt because of the environment they live in.
Average Growth Cycle: 10 years to fully grow
Average Life: Once harvested, it can stay fresh for up to a week and a half
Nutritional Value: None
History: This vine lives in an estimated hundred caves in the nightmare lands of Voss. The cave has a crack in the floor, said to penetrate all the way to the planet's core. It acts as a vent, sending up the much-needed sulfur for the vine to survive. Its existence is whispered in rumors among the planet's inhabitants, most believing it is just old folk lore. Even fewer know of its general location, the majority of them being the most secretive and elderly mystics on the planet. It was originally used to drive away the Aethiens who lived on the planet long ago, its roots acting as a poison against the ancient species. Most tend to avoid the cave it dwells in, as it smells of sulfur and seems to have an eerie feel to it...
Intent: A crippling weakness for a custom species.