That hissing sound is the fuse to a bomb...

The advent of muskets and pistols have turned every peasant with an eye, a trigger finger, and a week of training into a warrior capable of matching a veteran archer or even the cantrip of a Wizard officer. For this reason the manufacture of firearms is a closely guarded secret, and the one that the League of Makers is paid handsomely to enforce. But the spark of insurgency fostered by the agents of the Yuan-Ti scattered around the human cities has finally found its powder keg, and the flint to ignite it.

Now the insurgency has guns, and the double-barrelled rifles it calls “spitting cobras” have given it a common name – a war cry to galvanise the downtrodden, a weapon to spit in the face of those who had enslaved them for generations, and ensure that the horror of it reaches all the way to the top. Indeed, it has become somewhat of a calling card to find the body of some murdered Elf or associate with both eyes reduced to bloody craters, and for the Governor to know that serpents have come for their city.

The faction leader of the Spitting Cobras is, ultimately, the King of the Yuan-Ti although it is his Spymaster Priest who co-ordinates the network of agents and assassins. Cells of Spitting Cobras are usually humans with one or two Yuan-Ti leaders operating in relative autonomy, but occasionally banding together for particularly difficult raids. Above all the Cobras make use of guerrilla warfare, explosives, and enchantment to carry out their operations.