Buttercup Mauler

Among the wildflower glades of Sylvaras, Lavenendra spent her days braiding buttercups into her hair, chasing sunlight through the trees, and laughing prettily with the other fey and woodland creatures.

But now, Mahkah Hemlig is tearing the forests apart in search of some gosh-darned secret. So when Aranduriel set off for the Kingdom of Thanaloria to lend her dragon magic to the fellowship of the Silverleafs, Lavenendra followed.

In the wilds of Blackmoor Basin and the Western Lowlands, she still laughs prettily. She laughs as she slips unseen past the conclave’s defenses. She laughs when she spies their scouts fumbling to hide in the woods. It’s adorable.

And she laughs again, sweet as spring rain, as she drives her antlers through them, and her crown of buttercups runs red with blood and gore.