The Terror

When cold fingers trail down your spine

and clammy hands clench at your throat.

When your mind reaches its final line

and darkness becomes an aching cloak.

When your fears dance upon your heart

and madness takes hold of your core.

When you are inwardly torn apart

and your deepest secrets come to the fore.

When you finally realize your error,

'tis too late, you have met a Terror.

Most beings are afraid of Terrors and rightly so. For they're name itself means 'to run away in fear' and fear means 'danger'. Which is exactly what a Terror is. Indistinguishable in form or appearance from humans, Terrors have a unique talent: To know and further, be able to portray the deepest, darkest fears of anyone they encounter back to said unlucky individual. The influenced individual will experience unfathomable fear and horror if subjugated to a Terror. Albeit only in their minds, some have been known to die from the encounter and countless others to lose their minds.

This 'gift', if it can be called that, is limited to only one subject at a time. There is no Terror, alive or dead, who can, or ever could, influence more than one mind at once.

Like all Myres, Terrors are immortal. These particular beings can only be killed by decapitation, every other wound will heal in the course of a few days.

In battle they are as much an advantage as they are a liability. Their powers and presence alone inspire fear, but they are easily distracted by that same fear surrounding them. So they often become next to useless in an actual fight. There are those of their race that are more disciplined than the rest, but it takes a Terror considerably longer to become a good warrior as it takes most other races.

Terrors originate from north-west Russia, near the city of Archangelsk, where the nights are long and the days short. It is said that they have crept from the cape of fogs, as manifestations of the fear of man.   

Alloy.

Dangerous.

Of low caste.