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This place wasn't always called the Munching Grounds. Before the grubs showed up, it was a sleepy community of canopy elf ranchers who settled a short ways outside of Petiole, using these lands to graze graks and harvest many sought-after types of flowers and berries. ![]() ![]()
These are few of the beleaguered canopy elves you'll meet. He's a floramancer who's been coming out to this edge of the branch for years to gather rare plants that grow in the flower fields. He used to own one of the ranches in the area. Now most of his ranch is digesting in a grub belly somewhere. He's trying to get his family ready to move to Petiole. This old crafter is traveling with the Petiole guard and he knows a thing or two about making great weapons. If you bring him the right wood, he can make it harder than steel, and twice as light! A placid, benign and seemingly-senile woodlouse Forest Spirit. He is thoughtful and mysterious, though it's often hard to follow his train of thought. ![]() ![]()
Some of the various creatures that want to munch on you. Sticky, smelly, round, blubbery balls of jelly, these large insects love nothing so much as eating the scenery. These piles of grossness appeared shortly after the grubs, they seem to congregate around pools of slime that are dripping down from the grub ridge. Beware when traveling by thorny patches, these brambly beasts have been known to hide in bushes and wait for unwary travelers. Unlike the other flowers in the gardens here, these ones bite. They say every young canopy elf makes the mistake of smelling a snapping daisy once, and only once. |














