The Monster of The Marsh

All things must come to an end and this crows life was no exception. Except he didnt expect the forest spirit now a gnarled and dark being, angered by the constant pain that his forest suffered to be the cause. Kostra wandered the tar marsh floating with remains of those he once called friends now just a skeletal body slicing through the dark gloop, forever hearing the call of the forest spirit urging him to kill all those living who defile his land. No one is safe in the tar lands and as long as he lurks there he will find you, for the forest spirit he will.