Oathbreakers, cursed to remain tied to the land as payment for their cowardice. They watch from the shadows, never resting. Waiting for the heir of a long lost line to lead them to glory, to victory… to peace.
Dead faces in the marsh, the fallen brave, lit by ghostly candlelight and trying to pull you in.
Spectral swirls of light and dark green, floating in translucent polyhedrons, inked in white.