"Agriculture comes in many forms across the islands, most common and well known is the ploughing of fields and sowing of crops in spring which are then harvested in autumn. This is by no means all that agriculture comprises however.
In the great lakes of the Isle of Dukhan farmers sow the seeds of Drossuth in the lakes in spring, all summer they paddle the lakes as fishermen catching the fish that come to feed upon the Drossuth. In autumn the Drossuth abruptly ripens and becomes a vast tangled mass strong enough to bear a laden man’s weight. Then the farmers walk the lakes gathering the fruits for sale in markets far and wide, cutting vast swathes of the vines for winter fodder for their cattle, and of course selling the unpollinated flowers to mages for they are potent enhancers of magic involving both water and plants.
In the sky farms of Al’draan - should you avoid the head hunters long enough to see - the natives farm in an even more curious method. The agile youths of the Ar’too climb under the isle - with no more thought of rope or piton than wings - and plant firemoss seeds carefully stored through the cold winter months across the underside of the isle. In late summer, as the moss lets loose its seeds empowered by the maelstrom not far beneath this lowliest of the isles - the menfolk of the Ar’too then cast out spidersilk above the areas known for ‘rivers’ of the seeds (which flow up in much the same way as water flows down and so oft form streams and riverlets) and so collect the fine seeds of the firemoss, this is strained from the threads, pressed and made into the notorious firewine of Al’draan or used in a variety of native charms. How the Ar’too gather their silk from the carnivourous spiderswarms is unknown, but the firewine fetches a pretty price outside of the island that lures dozens to their doom annually.
The subterranean mushroom farms of Rukh are perhaps more commonly known than either of the others, and certainly more widely emulated. Few subterranean farms however share the beauty of the Rukh, who plant rare flowers and gems empowered with magic amongst the mushrooms to bring forth a crop both nutritious and beautiful. Often the farms of smaller families are lost from the shiftings of earth, or abandoned when the magic upon which they depend wanes only to be discovered generations later blooming in profusion to the oft significant wealth of the discoverer. The intrepid delver in search of an abandoned cavern rich in the mushrooms should beware however, rare is the cavern planted entirely with the more obvious stock - graintop, breadstalk, sugarcoat - most include medicinal fungi and left untended these can spread widely, and often grow in strange and deadly combinations far from the carefully cultivated intent of the farmers!
Student Amruss Threntraven, extract from his presentation to the masters ‘more than just plughs and oxen’."