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Saving Throws
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A grotesque fusion of plant and carrion, the corpse bloom sprouts from battlefields and mass graves where death has soaked deep into the soil. Its petals are mottled with bruise-like purples and gangrenous yellows, while thick vines coil around half-dissolved bones and rotting flesh. The thing reeks of sweet decay, a cloying perfume that masks the stench of its latest meal. When threatened, the bloom swells and pulses, building pressure until it releases a cloud of toxic spores that cling to skin and burrow into lungs. Even in death, it's dangerous - the final rupture of its bulbous core can turn a victory into a slow, choking demise for anyone standing too close.