Bio-Druids

Arch-Biologist Yvaine rose through Bio-Druids's inner circle as more than a figurehead - a living mandate etched into Neo-London's turf wars. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

CEO Varis rose through Bio-Druids's inner circle as more than a figurehead - a living mandate etched into Neo-London's turf wars. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

Among Bio-Druids, Matriarch of the Spore is the boardroom and the war room in one body, a commander the streets learn to fear by silhouette alone. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Their ledger is written in influence, currency, and the quiet terror of those who still believe the city has laws.

Whispers in Neo-London say Forest Guardian was engineered for one purpose: to turn Bio-Druids's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Whispers in Neo-London say Director of Bio-Acquisitions was engineered for one purpose: to turn Bio-Druids's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Whispers in Neo-London say Master Gene-Weaver Kaelen was engineered for one purpose: to turn Bio-Druids's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Whispers in Neo-London say Feral Titan was engineered for one purpose: to turn Bio-Druids's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Whispers in Neo-London say Mammoth was engineered for one purpose: to turn Bio-Druids's ambitions into corpses and contracts. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Once per turn: gain +1 Influence. On the board they are singular - one body, one legend, and a trail of ruined contingencies behind them.

Operatives like Hunter do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Bio-Druids's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Trooper do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Bio-Druids's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Gene Weaver do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Bio-Druids's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Forest Adept do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Bio-Druids's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Operatives like Thorn Adept do not wear faction colors openly. They slip between alleys and subnets as Bio-Druids's deniable blade. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. No badge. No parade. Just a title and a job that never makes the official minutes. They do not hold turf. They puncture it, then vanish before the after-action report finishes compiling.

Chitin-Guard Mutates fill the cheap seats of war: expendable, hungry, and paid enough to forget who owns tomorrow. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Street proverb still mutters: "Tough front-line units featuring thick bio-armor." They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

When Bio-Druids needs bodies on the turf, Feral Bio-Thralls answer the call - street fodder with just enough chrome to matter. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Street proverb still mutters: "Expendable mutated street fighters infused with combat stims." They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

When Bio-Druids needs bodies on the turf, Spore-Gatherers answer the call - street fodder with just enough chrome to matter. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. They die loud, get replaced louder, and keep the machine of syndicate war grinding forward.

Factory is architecture as warfare. Raised on contested turf, it anchors Bio-Druids's claim in steel, code, and ritual. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +3 Resources at the start of Income I. Street proverb still mutters: "Hardened organic repository protecting resources." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Commercial Centre is architecture as warfare. Raised on contested turf, it anchors Bio-Druids's claim in steel, code, and ritual. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +3 Currency at the start of Income I. Crew it or watch it go idle - Neo-London does not forgive empty architecture. As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Healing Station: a living node in Bio-Druids's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: whenever any card is attacked (on any player's turn), gain +1 Currency. Street proverb still mutters: "Living shield wall that absorbs and dampens impact forces." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Police Force is architecture as warfare. Raised on contested turf, it anchors Bio-Druids's claim in steel, code, and ritual. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: While crewed: +1 DEF 🎲 when any of your cards are attacked (stacks with other Compliance Hubs). Street proverb still mutters: "Releases regulatory spores that restrict enemy movement." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Spore-Core Citadel: a living node in Bio-Druids's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Your Overlord and creatures roll +1 ATK die until end of turn. Building enters recovery for 1 turn. Usable during Manage or Confrontation. Street proverb still mutters: "dome driving biological growth multipliers." As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Tourists see a structure. Syndicates see Black Market: a living node in Bio-Druids's grip on Neo-London's map. In the districts haunted by bioluminescent spores and living chitin that breathes, their legend sticks to wet pavement. Field reports reduce their myth to one ugly sentence: Unique (only one Black Market in the game). While crewed: enables the Black Market trade stage for all players. Crew it or watch it go idle - Neo-London does not forgive empty architecture. As long as it stands crewed and humming, the surrounding blocks remember who collects the night's tithe.

Adrenaline Pump is chrome for bio-druids. +2 ATK; grants immunity to stun, freeze, and forced Recovery Mode.

Symbiotic Mesh is chrome for bio-druids. +3 HP; every time this unit takes combat damage, gain +1 Resource for your pool.

Bio-Druids graft chitin that breathes. The mesh thickens on the host and sends rhizomes to allies beside them - small regrowth, shared survival.

Bio-Regen Claws is a bio-druids signature play. Choose a friendly creature. Heal it for 4 HP.

Growth Spurt is a bio-druids signature play. Permanently increase max HP of target creature by +4 and restore 2 HP immediately.

Ambush is a bio-druids signature play. Trigger an immediate extra skirmish: deal this friendly creature's ATK as damage to an enemy creature and gain 2 Influence.

Thorn Mutation is a bio-druids signature play. Choose a friendly creature. It gains +2 ATK permanently.

Bio-Druids seed the air with compliance mold. Muscles lock; triggers rust shut.

Bio-Druids flood the target with CRISPR regrowth. Flesh stacks on flesh until the creature is twice the problem.