A thick-maned head rises from a human torso, arms knotted with muscle. Below the waist, a powerful horse’s body stands firm—mud-flecked hide, four sturdy legs, and a tail swishing behind. His hooves crush leaves as he draws a long, curved bow of yew.
Centaur Woodsmen patrol deep forests, combining keen archery with woodland survival. Their equine speed allows swift pursuit or retreat, while their human half excels at crafting, tracking, and ambush. Often loners or tribal scouts, they guard sacred groves, fell trees with care, and rarely tolerate trespassers without warning.