TEAM BIO
The 'rotting elves' all carry a seed within them- literally. The spirit of Athel Loren sends roots twisting through limbs and sap to ooze from wounds. The alliance of the Dryads is theirs, and magical wood can form mutated growths to aid in the bloody sport on the pitch. But the price is a reduced lifespan, as especially those of weaker soul suffer from harmful mutations and are quickly reclaimed by the soil.

The Wargrove is on the march! Slowly. Because treekin are slow to wake, and often fall asleep mid-game. BUT the sylvans are marching, and woe betide those who stand in their path.