“Third day following the stranger’s burial: a crimson lily has broken the soil above him, though no bulb was planted. Its roots do not descend into the earth, they disappear between his ribs, and Vaelith swears he can hear them drinking.”

— FIELD NOTES OF KEEPER SYLWEN AELRANTHIR, ILYR AEL

You have somehow, it is entirely up to you, ended up in Cormanthor and discovered an overgrown road.

Following it, you found flowers you did not recognise.
But they were beautiful.

It is already too late.
It is already inside you.

THE HOST & THE JAILER

Vaelith was a Keeper in training when the flowers were discovered. By then, it was already too late.

After the lilies destroyed the grove sanctuary and consumed much of the community, he underwent a ritual. He bound the colony to himself, becoming both its central Host and its jailer.

But for how much longer can it remain confined to the grove?

THE RED REPOSE

The Forgotten Realms • Cormanthor
Ilyr Ael

A grove forgotten and far from any travelled path. An old road, nearly swallowed by moss and roots, leads to an abandoned sanctuary that once belonged to a community of Nymph-blooded Wood Elves.

Now, the sanctuary lies silent, overgrown and avoided.

Beneath the soil, the Crimson Weft is still growing.

FIELD NOTE I
IT IS TOO LATE.

Roots observed beneath the subject’s skin. Attempts at extraction produced acute distress in both the subject and the surrounding colony.

FIELD NOTE II
Most of the entry is stained, water-damaged or otherwise illegible.

“...flowers beneath the tongue...”
“...do not allow him to sing...”
“...the roots remember our names...”

TRIGGER WARNINGS

BODY HORROR
ECO-HORROR
PARASITIC INFECTION

Fantasy horror • Plants beneath the skin • Loss of bodily autonomy • Manipulation • Assimilation • Hive-mind themes • Dungeons & Dragons shenanigans

The flowers are beautiful.
They are not harmless.

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A flower wilts upon the Archivist’s desk.

As its petals shrivel, he lifts the dead stem between two careful fingers and places a key into your hand.