Dworc Shadowstalkers

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You never see a Shadowstalker coming. If you do, it's already too late. The dworcs, degenerate hybrids of dwarves and orcs, have long lived in the peripheries of both civilizations, mistrusted and mistreated by all. When the Norcferatu extended their cursed gift to one particularly ambitious dworc assassin, despite pacts and rules, the gift was shared amongst others and a new breed of predator was born. The Shadowstalkers. These vampiric hybrids are small, fast, and merciless. What they lack in brute strength, they make up for in sheer cunning and cruelty. Their vampirism only deepened their natural affinity for stealth and murder, allowing them to move through shadows like ink in water. They whisper between the cracks of stone and flicker between torchlight flickers. They strike from behind, beneath, above - wherever the target is least prepared. Armed with poisoned daggers and a disturbing collection of paralytic toxins harvested from the Norcferatu menagerie, Shadowstalkers don't just kill, they disable, dismember, and disappear. Some say they collect body parts not as trophies, but as materials for arcane rituals whispered by the Nightweavers. The Shadowstalker's greatest weapon, however, is fear. Once rumors spread of one infiltrating a camp or stronghold, morale plummets. Doors are barred. Lights are kept burning. But it never helps. Because when a Shadowstalker has your scent, darkness is no longer your refuge, it's your grave.