A twisted perch rises from the filth, holding a tarnished bowl that steams with rot. Rats lap and snarl at its rim, crows hunch above with wet beaks, and pale centipede-things crawl in a knotted heap below—red eyes blinking through chitin. The air crawls with fleas, buzzing wings, and the sour stink of nests.
A nightmarish amalgamation of centipedes, pigeons, and weasels, vermin infestations are thankfully rare. These swarms of Fey roil and scratch and rend with individual pigeons streaking out to tear at distant foes, becoming a frenzied mass that throws all subtlety and coordination to the wind. At times, the constituent vermin-like Fey seem to be at each other’s throats as much as any victims of the swarm.
The Fey spirits that make up a vermin infestation loathe one another and can be tricked into fighting among themselves by a clever suggestion
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