Sylvaneth – The Twistweald

The Twistweald were once Sylvaneth like any other, flourishing with Alarielle’s life-giving magics. Now their bodies are grown over with parasitic plants and fungi that choke their bark and muddy their minds. These amalgamated beings wander in a state of pain-induced frenzy, attacking with lashing thorned roots and clouds of vicious spiteswarms until their enemies are shredded into pulp. The Twistroot parasite manifests differently upon each host. The roots of the invading plant can often be seen weaving painfully in and out of Twistroot Revenants’ barkflesh, sometimes replacing eye sockets or hair. Even after a Twistweald’s attending Swarmsage summons spiteswarms to chew away the surface growths, the roots under the skin are impossible to fully purge, leaving the hosts in constant agony. They barely hang onto their sanity day by day, redirecting their pain into each devastating cleave of their weapons. Much like their kin, they rely on curved glaives and beautifully-wrought swords, though some have learned to use the chewed-off roots of their parasite as deadly thorned weapons as well. Many now sport whips capable of puncturing and tearing through even the toughest of flesh.