Bone Harvester

"But the lazy son fell asleep when he was to be tending the hearth fire. While the embers grew dark the house grew cold. Soon after, from just outside, came the rattle of bones."
-excerpt from Eiranian cautionary fairy tale "The Bone Picker"

Impassion Fruit

"We trekked across the ashlands for the better part of the day, but we left with only about a dozen of the brilliant crimson fruits. Each painstakingly selected by the local herbalists, who insisted I keep my distance.  Before we made the return journey, the flesh of the fruit was carved out and prepared for the trip, a process given even more care than their selection. As we turned back to the black desert that surrounded Mount Nuri, I inquired with one of the herbalists, a bit perplexed why they would make such a trip only to return with a small fraction of what was there. The old man only chuckled at my question, insisting I'd have my answer soon enough. 

Only perhaps a few minutes later an explosion rang across the ash valley. It was quickly followed by another, and another. I turned about--half expecting Nuri to be erupting--to see a thousand crimson fruits bursting across the mountainside."

-from the travel log of Alchemist Jorridin