Brair Wraith

Briar Wraiths are sinister and unrelenting manifestations of death and cruelty, born from the dark will of the Barbed Countess of the Court of Thorns and Brambles. These twisted creatures are the remnants of fallen souls, bound eternally to the Countess’s service and reshaped into harbingers of pain and torment. Their skeletal forms, stripped of flesh, are encased in a writhing mass of thorn-covered briars that bind their bones together. The thorns dig deeply into their bones, as if feeding on the last traces of life that linger within them, pulsing with a faint, sickly glow that pulses in rhythm with their mistress’s dark will. Though they are undead, the briars that ensnare them are very much alive, twisting and tightening around their frames as though they thirst for blood.
Briar Wraiths move with an unnatural, jerking grace, their movements accompanied by the eerie rustling of thorns scraping against bone. Their hollow eye sockets glow with a malevolent green light, and an unsettling aura of decay and malice hangs around them, filling the air with the scent of damp earth and rotting foliage. Their most terrifying feature, however, is their thorned arms, which can extend like long, vicious whips. These tendrils of living brambles lash out with deadly precision, capable of entangling, piercing, and rending flesh from bone. The thorns carry an insidious venom that causes wounds to fester and spread corruption, ensuring that any who survive their lashings are left with wounds that linger and weaken.
Created through secret rituals and dark Fey magic, Briar Wraiths are wholly under the control of the Barbed Countess, who binds their tortured souls to her will. They are mindless in their obedience, executing her commands with ruthless efficiency. They guard the twisted pathways of her labyrinthine domain, ensuring that none who enter without her consent escape unscathed. Whether used as enforcers, sentries, or instruments of terror, Briar Wraiths serve as an extension of the Countess’s wrath, striking fear into those who dare to oppose her.
Though they are bound to her will, Briar Wraiths are not without malice of their own. The souls trapped within them, though diminished and fragmented, retain enough awareness to feel their suffering—an endless agony of being torn between life and death. This torment fuels their aggression, making them relentless hunters who take a perverse satisfaction in inflicting pain on others, perhaps as a reflection of their own eternal suffering.