Thorny vines jut out from the mud and muck in an attempt to strangle enemies of the Dragon.
Gnarled vines burst from the sludge, their thorn-laced tendrils twisting with unnatural intent. Barbs glisten with moisture, coiling around limbs, tightening like a hunter’s snare. The ground writhes, a living trap eager to drag prey under.
# | Type | Name |
---|---|---|
1 | Lair | Hag Dragon Lair |