Within the Dreadnaught Desert, there are still signs of green and cheerful color littering about, many can be dangerous, some originating from the dungeon itself, others a byproduct of the anti corruption weapons from the war that turned the Dreadnaught a desert. This bush of strange roses, no one knows which it originates from, but the few times it has flourished in the time of the sands growth to now is ripe with slaughter. This batch of roots, vines and thorns always awaiting for any to perch upon it, should anyone do such, the thorns and vines wither to life, trapping the body in place whilst slowly bleeding every drop of blood into itself. During this time though, the poor soul is transformed, infused by unknown magics to become a "Blood Rose Monarch", an almost vampiric lord able to create a near countless army of blood rose underlings to do their bidding, for the few times it has occurred, the stands of Dreadnaught were drenched crimson in the wake of conflict, only lasting as long as the blood flows from the Monarchs vein's...

Heh, rather thought of this rather during the hallows eve season ^>^' yet another rather grim bit of green from the desert known as Dreadnaught

 floralia-forest universe and Blood Rose Throne © myself
Dreadnaught Desert ©  metalzaki