AThe Sentinel of Steinved Forest, Faenror has seen empires rise and crumble, all from the groves of his woods and the shadows of the Fey. During the time of the Liturium War, his trees were rent from the soil, fuels to the fires of war. What was spared was contaminated in the war’s aftermath as the fall of Nirloom and the cataclysms of Prendael River spilled all the way to Steinved. Now his woods are left a shell of their former selves, and it seems madness begins to grip Faenror, who now cannot discern friend from foe.
