Sometimes fey knights so catastrophically fail to uphold an oath their unsettled spirit lingers after death. Unable to rest, the brume is an ethereal creature of fallen leaves, pine needles, burs, and other forest debris. When actively interacting with the world the brume forms itself into a silhouette of its former body. The conglomerate wields a blade made out of necrotic-tainted gorse that mars the wounded with a carpet of blinding thorns. On the move, it becomes a cloud of dead grass, nettles, and scrub that flows around and through obstacles in its path. Sinisterly, the disgraced fey can appear to be a pile of woodland’s detritus until ready to strike down fresh victims. Fettered Soul. While not a true undead, but rather the essence of the fey’s magic, the brume shares many psychological traits with the restless. Some obsessively and repetitively attempt to fulfill the broken oath out of the hope of release from their torment, but their minds are too fragmented to realize...

A long-lived direfly hive transforms the oldest of trees into terrifying deadwoods ; lumbering husks enveloping a network of blood-red honeycombs. While this is certainly a grisly result, the transformation of a dryad attached to an infested tree is far worse. The fey resembles the plant she’s bound to; hollowed and on the verge of death. Her bark-like skin is riven, with blood honey dripping from the wounds. The dryad’s malformed mouth hangs open with more cloying crimson fluid streaming out. This leaves the fey’s chin and chest ruddy and sticky. The top of the dryad’s head is broken open by a honeycomb crown complete with lazily buzzing direflies. Hollowed Mind. It’s not only the dryad’s body that has been eaten from the inside but her mind as well. The burrowing of direfly larva has left the fey’s brain riddled with holes resulting in a greatly diminished intellect and sapped will. This allows the autumn court to hold sway over the afflicted dryad when normally they’d balk at th...

Riddled with white rot, the armillaria dryad is a pitiful creature driven to madness by insidious contagion. Her once-verdant physique is riddled with dense clumps of sallow white mushrooms. The fungus drips a viscous ooze and becomes an adhesive mess when struck. Hints of the dryad’s veins can be seen within the base of the mushrooms wherever they rupture from her bark-like skin. Her hair, somewhere between mangy strands and withered vines, frames feverish features. The infected dryad’s eye sockets are more like swollen knots than anything else, forever weeping spore-clogged pus. Leprous Luminescence. While the mushrooms tormenting the armillaria dryad slightly glow, the tortured fey can expel the glowing particles into the air around it. The spore cloud produces an effect similar to that of faerie fire but also sickens creatures who get too much of it on their skin. Many of those stricken by the fungal foxfire report the feeling of something crawling under the skin. This has led ...

A gloom bloom is not much to be concerned about, at first glance. The cloud of sentient spores drifts through a thick forest with the appearance of morning mist along the ground or a dusk-born patch of fog. The shadows around the swarm lengthen and twist with a threatening air. Once the gloom bloom sets upon prey its nature becomes clear, the mass writhing through the air as to a single, living creature. Within the swarm, its individual spores become distinct, barbed balls of ashen fungi intent on boring into a creature to feed its life cycle. Unnatural Blight. A gloom bloom doesn’t form without the cultivation of sinister fey influence, such as by a hag’s hand or a direfly infestation in the forest. Though, it can be grown by a cultist of Zuggtmoy. Imbued with a rudimentary intelligence the fungus serves the will of its tender. Often, the swarm is given an area to graze and an order to slow any intruders; kill them if able. This befouled nature also grants a mystical edge to the s...