Bina of the Bam 🔞

Nymoss, a druid of a circle long since forgotten, buried beneath the weight of time. They remain where their kin once stood, tending to a once lush grove now swallowed by marsh. They find beauty in the grotesque, in dying things and the strange life that sprouts from them.

I rarely deviate from enormous hags, it feels wrong but most of my characters are just the same woman in a different font and it's difficult to roleplay. 😰