Bile Guardians are the living embodiment of the Crimson Grove’s excess, swollen brutes of faith and flesh, their forms distended to grotesque proportions, their skin stretched taut over the ripened bounty that festers within. Though their bodies are warped beyond human measure, they are clad in opulent splendor, rich vestments of deep crimson, extravagant plates of gilded armor, and great pyramidal helms more altar than armour, their very bodies shrines to the fruit’s sacred bounty.
Their greatblades, massive even by the standards of mortal warriors, cleave through the unblessed with terrible finality, each scything swing reaps a harvest of ruin. But their violence is not an offering, nor a test of strength, it is simply the will of the Grove made manifest. Where they march, the fruit shall follow, taking root in the blood-drenched soil.
To gaze upon a Bile Guardian is to see the Grove’s truth, bounty and rot, reverence and horror, beauty and decay entwined in a single monstrous form. And when they raise their blades, it is not in honor of battle, but in the certainty that nothing may stand against the Grove’s embrace.
