Licorice Lasher

THE WILDS

The starving Marches prayed for a harvest god, and Malgareth's blight answered with the Sugared Lie — sweetness in exactly the shape they begged. The Licorice Lashers grew from the Confection Idol's trimmings: whips of black candied vine, glossy and smelling faintly of festival. They coil around the hungry with something horribly like affection. The Cinderwood Coven warns that everything in the Lie is edible, and nothing in it is food.