Firo Leng

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This page serves currently as a collection of the lore ascribed to Firo Leng

Firo Leng is currently not a character in the game although much lore has be ascribed to them. They are a professor at Rivenleaf University and they specialize in Herbalism and Natural Medicine.


Lore Dialogue
Pouch with Kasa leaves Kasa leaves are a non-flowering water plant that grow almost exclusively in its namesake city.
Bunches of cinnobar leaves slowly float down the Kasa canals with roots that drag across the bottom of the water. The roots catch any fish, crustaceans and organic waste that get tangled in their stringy embrace. Once caught, the leaves suck the nutrients from its spoils while floating peacefully downstream.
The roots of the plant are toxic and may cause a numbing of the tongue if consumed. The leaves however are edible and can be ground down to a briny, cinnobar paste that is quite lovely with fish.
Pouch of gulf weed Gulf Weed is most commonly prepared for imbibing by-

THIS PASSAGE HAS BEEN EDITED BY HONORABLE MINISTER GEL HALZHAAN AS PART OF THE RETENTION OF PUBLIC SPIRIT ACT.

"-but beware as consistent and repeated consumption may cause an observable mellowing of the mind.

Bone marrow brew Magic can rend flesh as well as repair it, but where the flesh is malleable, bones are not. The fact that bones are more resistant to magic has given rise to a plethora of folk remedies centered around teeth and bones. The skeletons of animals are filed down, ground up, or boiled until marrow seeps out - this perceived mystical substance is then consumed as a ward against malignant magic. The effectiveness of these remedies has yet to be documented.
Pouch of steam flowers Steam Flowers, commonly found growing around the Fumes waterfall. The flower's petals are transparent and its leaves are a ghostly marble.

Arcane vapours that rise from the river roll over the riverbanks and gently water these flowers with a soft mist. Similar to the waterfall, these flowers are rumoured to have healing properties. It's most likely because of their very specific natural habitat that no herbalist has been able to grow Steam Flowers anywhere else.

Package of Hatma grass On my latest expedition into The Deeplands I managed to gleam another insight from the swamp dwellers. When we walked through the wet marshlands I was continuously assaulted by all manner of bugs, leeches and other parasites that were after my blood. But when I turned around to my two Deepland companions I was baffled by how the bloodsucking critters completely avoided them like a someone from the Subo family avoids social interaction.

I asked them how they were so untouched and they gave me a few strands of some kind of zigzag grass. The grass tasted like bark but I managed to keep it down and as if The Winds themselves had blessed the air around me, the insects now retreated at my mere sight!
After further research I theorize that when the Hatma grass (which I named after one of my guides) gets into the consumers sweat glands, the bug repellant toxin in the grass starts being expelled along with the consumers sweat.
I must make a note to stock up on more of this herb before my next expedition.

Char-water tonic The nature-dwelling Deeplanders are a constant source of inspiration for me as a student of Natural Medicines. One example of their ingenuity is their way of purifying forest water using charcoal that absorbs harmful materials, leaving the water safe to drink.
The common folk seem to have noticed this practice as well, however they misunderstand the purpose and simply mix charcoal with water, believing it to have purifying properties when consumed.
Hat of the Deeplands I admit with a small degree of shame that even though I pride myself on my adventurous spirit and rough backing nature my vanity demands that I'm am very careful to maintain my coif in perfect condition.
I adore the fascinating plant and animal life living just beyond the scope of civilization, even if those areas have a tendency to do fierce battle against the integrity of my hair.


On my latest expedition into The Deeplands, I inquired my guides how they dealt with the humid climate interfering with their hair. In response, one of them removed their hat to reveal their hair tied in a very tight, braided bun, perfectly concealed beneath their tight skullcap. I tried on one of their hats, but with my hair as voluminous as it is, the hat could not quite create the suction against my scalp and the hat kept threatening to fall off.