CADRE: Dreadmire Guard

In the mist-choked reaches of Eastern Darkwater, the Testudine Kingdom endures, a realm of armored turtle-folk whose heavy shells and heavier traditions make them as immovable as the stone they build upon. Clad in lacquered plate and bearing spears older than the oaks, these stoic warriors patrol the murky waterways and winding paths of the swamp, their watchful eyes rarely missing the ripple of an oar or the bend of a reed. Though not sworn enemies of the furred folk of Netherwood, the Testudin