Blister

Blister counts herself among the woodland nobility, along with the beasts of prey. She detests laughter and merriment, disliking elves and positively loathing pixies, grigs, and other carefree sylvan folk. She stalks through the trees, high and low, sometimes winging over the forest canopy, sometimes fluttering among the boles of the trees, sometimes slinking on foot. She has recently located the dwelling place of a band of pixies and has attempted several raids, but the pixies have thus far successfully evaded her attacks. Her last sortie left her entangled while the pixies danced about her and laughed before packing up their meager belongs and fleeing into the forest. Blister has sworn revenge.