Thin, angular, and flesh the color of bone. Ghost elves flit and dart like quiet shadows, smiling as their curved blades slash through chain and flesh alike. They make no permanent homes that anyone is aware of. Some think they lurk in hidden caverns, swamps, and high in the mountains. It is rumored that they worship some elder thing slumbering within a block of ice. No one knows what they want, or where they come from, but many believe that they are not elves at all, but something older, and far more terrifying. Instinct: To eviscerate

• Move like a whisper
• Divide and Conquer