Foul Lord of Tanglebriar


Treerazer is a huge creature towering well over most humanoids and even over many giants at twenty feet tall. He looks like a fiendish drake with vast, dragon-like wings. Where he walks, a trail of small, diseased mushrooms spring up in his wake, only to disintegrate back into filth moments later. In his clawed hands he wields his personal weapon Blackaxe which is carved from obsidian and constantly drips acid from its chipped, uneven blade.


Treerazer began life in the Nine Hells, but little is known of his exploits as a devil before his ascension. Whatever he did, it impressed Cyth-V’sug, the Lord of Parasites, enough to risk stealing him from Avernus and attempting to shape the vile fiend into his corrupted fungal avatar. It would seem that Cyth-V’sug’s gamble did not pay off, however, as lore tells us that Treerazer was an ambitious creature who attempted to usurp his new master’s position. Cyth-V’sug was not overcome and ended up banishing Treerazer to Golarion, effectively “freezing” Treerazer’s fiendish ascension. Being so completely severed from the Nine Hells has had an interesting side effect: if Treerazer is killed, his essence won’t return to Avernus-—his death would be permanent.

Banished to Golarion sometime during the Age of Darkness, Treerazer found the mortal world to his liking and spent a number of centuries wandering (and laying waste to) its many nations. It wasn’t until 2497 AR that he discovered the land of Kyonin and learned of the exodus of the elves. When he discovered the Sovyrian Stone, Treerazer concocted a plan to obtain it, apparently in order to use its power and regain access to Cyth-V’sug’s realm. This plan was foiled by the return of the elves in 2632 AR but they were unable to destroy Treerazer himself, instead driving him and his forces back to the Tanglebriar in southern Kyonin. Here he has waited within his fortress, the massive twisted tree known as the Witchbole, serving as the bogeyman of elven culture—-a tale with which to scare elven children that is, unfortunately, all too real.


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