Drow Swamp Druid - Orathin

[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]

[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]

Orathin has lived in the swamp all his life and has watched it slowly be desecrated by the foul presence of outsiders, and the bickering of his Irinaxi and Glanbelite kin. Orathin has no love for any of them, despite both factions of his kin attempting to gain his and his clan’s allegiance for decades. He sees their war as folly, when they should have united against the interlopers long ago instead.

Orathin has walked the Swamps of Lo Fuin for centuries. Before his kin drew swords against each other beneath the surface. Before the outsiders desecrated his home with the monolith to ignorance that is Zander’s Peril. Orathin was among those who first resisted it, besieging the settlement, but ultimately driven back by its defenders, wielding arcane powers far beyond his. Had his Glanbelite and Irinaxi kin been present to help drive them back in those days, Lo Fuin would not be tainted by their presence. Even still, they war amongst themselves as the stench of the outsiders lingers on, sinking deeper into the soil of the swamp.

It speaks to him. He listens. Rid these heathens from my land, the waters tell him. Orathin wears the burden of failure for how often he has tried, but made little progress. He watches expeditions into the swamp, disorientating them, ensuring the creatures and plants of the swamp claim them. Yet for each expedition that fails, two more succeed and return safely. What they are here for, he does not know. He only wishes them to leave. Forever. Now the Irinaxi finally reach out in the form of a ranger, Karazor. Orathin can see plainly the scheming of the Irinaxi envoy, and is determined to let his aid fall flat, but unbeknownst to him, his wife Saratha has begun working with the ranger and his ilk, believing they can truly bring peace to the surface.