Long exposure to Volkar's blessings have twisted some ancient race into the deformed servants of the Stone Tree. Perhaps they were once elves, or dryads, for their bodies are wooden and protrude dozens of wooden twigs in every direction. Each possesses a unique pattern of bulbous red eyes, huge spheres peering out from wooden faces in clusters of three, or five, or eight. Alone they are no threat, but the scream of the mandragora is notorious for attracting dozens more, swarming victims and tearing them to shreds. Instinct: To serve Volkar

• Attack in great numbers
• Unleash an earsplitting scream.
• Retreat when all seems lost.