"Flora in Sigil, what blasphemy," the pretentious berks will say. "The realists know that everything exists everywhere."
The Shattered Temple, or the Grayhouse of Akhaton Elcats, run by this ashy tiefling who seems to be constantly falling apart, is a monument to the self-devouring of the multiverse. Its main attraction is the true Sigilian Rot Rose, a decaying flower that consumes organic waste and its own dead parts to further its existence. Its appearance is that of a brown rose with a tint of neglect and a scent of burned lives.
Smoke Apples are the property of the Mabaggûn family, a sturdy clan of gully dwarves that make a living near the Foundry. The many trees that intertwine among their houses, raised in imported earth, are exposed to smog more than air itself. Its fruits adapted accordingly. The apples now look pitch black, as if dipped in a barrel of tar, and their taste is not unlike tar itself. Although many try to rob the fruits each night, most are not aware of their properties: to slow any poison injected up to 24 hours after their consumption by 50-200%, according to power and lethality.
