Adept Enigma of the Mist

She had no name but was bestowed many: Medusa, Serpentine Queen, Death’s Rattle. Her favorite…Mother Mamba. With hair of emerald snakes and skin of scales, she was nature incarnate. She rhythmically dwelled within the forests and swamps preferring the verdant green backdrops teeming with life its many forms to the arid mountains and lifeless deserts. In these lush lands she derived her greatest powers in conjunction with lunar cycles. Always within reach was her oversized lupine companion Lockjaw who’s bite one could not escape.

She was neither good nor bad. She was creator and defender of life. Both lover and fighter. These days have required more of the latter. Rumors of beasts and demons echo across the land. An even greater threat of warriors and their perverse technology looms in the horizon. Mother Mamba and Lockjaw prepare to meet might with magic. She cared not about the fate of humans, only the fate of nature. Most humans had proven to be short-sighted savages draining the world of life. Left unchecked their lust and greed would destroy all including themselves. Their political and tribal affiliations shifted with the wind. She only cared about their relationship with nature. If just and balanced, they were left in relative peace. The dark-hearted were met by the fierce and vicious attentions of the Mother.

Entered by: 0x61C8…FA87 and preserved on chain (see transaction)