The General (Patreon)

Walking out from the shadows your confronted with a bizarre shape. The figure made purely from the yellow mould walks into the light. She wears a mask fashioned into a ferral grin with twined vambraces.

She speaks softly with a voice that comes from all around. "So the dwarves sent you to try to stop the coming war. But we have been preparing for years. The dwarves have destroyed this land. And now we will fight with the very scraps they have discarded.

The feywilds and the under dark are done with the dwarves and their destructive ways"

I give you this choice. Stand with us or fall with them...