A reptilian horror, the hydra oozes corruption. Its mere presence has twisted the plants and warped the creatures of the fetid swamp it calls home. With many heads to contend witheach one boasting animal cunning, a winding neck, and sharp teethcareless trespassers will soon find themselves trapped in a thicket of snapping jaws.

Beware the giggling goblins and their cruel knives. Hidden in their treetop village, they plot their raids and feast on whatever they can steal or kidnap. But goblin malice is not the only threat in these parts. Far beneath the branches, the ground has begun to rot, polluting the soil and spoiling harvests. And the goblins know why.