[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]
[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]
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.
A creature that once bowed to the whims of Faenror, but no longer. Trostaka’s home has been ravaged by the fires of war, while his rulers sat idly by, permitting its destruction. While Trostaka fought, nearly perishing after being ripped limb from limb, Faenror and Userios watched on, unwavering, indifferent to the suffering of their subjects. The druids, the Ten’gwael, did nothing to aid the woods either, only appearing when the destruction had long been wrought, when the forest was little more than ash. Trostaka’s was shattered in rage, not just at the enemy who turned his home into a battleground, but to the indifference of those who were sworn to protect it, who simply let the woods fall without as much as lifting a finger, or leaf, to aid it.
Thus he has carried that rage for years, attacking any who enter his forest who bare flesh. They are all equally guilty: druids, soldiers, hunters, anyone who find themselves unfortunate enough to trek within Trostaka’s home. His killings are not quick and merciful either, and often he leaves behind mutilated and abhorrent corpses as warnings to any others who dare enter his realm. Sightings of these have been reported across the woodlands, and even the most hardened soldiers have lost their stomach on discovering them.
With his actions becoming increasingly malevolent and depraved, the Feywalkers have seen it fit to eliminate Trostaka before he can pose a danger to their mission of eliminating Userios and freeing Faenror. Yet the rage-filled Treant will not go down without a fight.
