A treant without a home. His woods burned, forgotten, left to rot. Once bowing to the whims of Faenror, Trostaka's home was ravaged by war while his rulers watched indifferently. Nearly ripped limb from limb fighting alone, he now harbours boundless rage against all who enter his forest — druids, soldiers, and hunters alike. His increasingly malevolent killings have led the Feywalkers to mark him for elimination.
