Trostaka the Vengeful

A treant without a home. His woods burned, mawed, forgotten, left to rot. No Druid can soothe his rage, nor quell his anger. They offered him and his home no aid in times of peril, and in turn he grew a blinding resentment towards them and all beings of flesh and blood. Those who refused to defend his home are just as guilty as those who destroyed it, in Trostaka’s eyes.