The Shadow

Sometimes sharp-cornered, sometimes smooth.

The shapes and sizes vary, sometimes they even move.

Thrown against the ground, thrown against a wall.

Sometimes there is only darkness, inviting you to fall.

But wherein lies the danger, what is it that we fear?

What makes our hearts beat faster once darkness draws near?

'Tis what lurks inside, what resides hidden in its fold.

The things without a name, who whisper to our fears of old. 

The clan of Shadows, as they call themselves, have always been a somewhat secluded race of Myres. Hidden from the rest, dealing in secrets and dark deeds, they excel at assassinations and at procuring delicate information. For a price of course. It has been rumored that the clan is very rich and has overseen many changes in the world. The only Myres who know all about them might be the ancients, on who's payroll the Shadows take a top spot. 

They are able to melt with any shadow and hide inside it, jumping from one to the other appearing as black smoke. They can become 'half-solid' to wield a weapon with deadly precision. Because of their unique abilities they are much sought after, but very hard to employ. One never knows if they have a hidden agenda.

Almost impossible to destroy. They can be held in place and forced to show themselves if a circle of salt is drawn around them, but only if it is done so clockwise. All Shadows can sense the presence of one of their kin. This is mostly due to the fact that they live in a very close community, bordering on bigotry. 

Origin has never been determined, due to their secretive nature. Although rumors have flown around since the beginning, some rumors mention Ireland, some Scotland, and some Iceland. So there is no real way to be sure, except asking a Shadow, which has, until now, never produced any reliable results.

Alloy.

Dangerous.

High-middle caste.