LORE & BACKGROUND

Among the Fleshmad, some are driven by more than hunger, they revel in the chase. Gaunt and sinewy, these stalkers move like shadows through the undergrowth, slipping ahead of the warband to intercept fleeing prey before it can reach safety.

They strike in bursts of frenzied violence, hamstringing their victims with crude blades and sharpened bone. The wounded are dragged back to the feasting pits, where the stalkers gnaw and tear at their flesh, savoring every scream. By the time the main warband arrives, the prey is already half-eaten, their shrieks reduced to ragged whispers in the dark. And as the warband descends upon the remains, the stalkers slink back into the trees—ever hungry for the next kill.

Fleshmad Stalkers | STL | Man Eaters

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