"They're born of cursed necromantic lands, and I surmise a violent, untimely death is an antecedant. They're like dark images of humans once living, With nought but envy and cold hatred for the warmblooded. You don't see these is sunlight, no, but they spring forth from dark Places of Death." -- an old priest, once of repute Instinct: Snuff out the warmth of life

• Emerge from shadows and attack
• Freeze their hearts and scar their bodies