"About their existence there is no doubt, but few to none have actually seen them. Merged with the wilderness like phantoms with shadows they go where their fickle nature leads them in the everlasting quest for the protection of nature against the 'barbarians' that would deface her with myriad cities; scar her with fences and ploughs. Where settlers are found slain by the Wild Dwellers' trademark arrowheads in the shape of maple leaves, no human - or goblin for that matter - will dare to show his face ever again.
Wild Dweller armour is akin in quality and semblance to the flora and fauna its wearers so fiercely guard. Brown as the earth itself, grey as the morning fog, it blends the Dwellers with their surroundings; flexible yet resilient like wolf's skin, but strategically plated like a beetle, it allows them rapid movement without relinquishing the need for protection."