The souls literally stolen by sorcery, the Soulless slowly float across the countryside; leaving pestilence and corruption in their wake. Their weapon of choice is a barbed javelin anointed with a toxin that causes excruciating pain that can build up to fatal levels.-Soulless Description, Cast of Characters, Myth TFL Manual
Description[]
Soulless are floating waist-less skeletons covered in a cloud of dark vapor. Also known as 'Hollow Men' in the West, the Soulless were created from dark magic with the stolen souls of fallen enemies. They carry a quiver of barbed javelin on their backs, and they can hover swiftly across almost any difficult terrain and hazards where most creatures can't surpass.
Flavor Text[]
Myth: TFL[]
"Called 'Hollow Men' in the West, the Soulless are most feared for the sticky venom with which they anoint their javelins before battle, for wounds contaminated by the toxin never heal..."
"... they swept through the fields corrupting all they touched, and the stench they left in their wake was that of a hastily abandoned slaughter house."
Myth II[]
"...also known as 'Hollow Men'. The Soulless' weapon of choice is a barbed spear anointed with a venom which causes excruciating pain... wounds contaminated by the toxin never heal..."
"...souls stolen by sorcery, these once-human minions of The Dark exist only to torture and spill the blood of the living... leaving pestilence and corruption in their wake."
Myth III[]
"…held afloat by the memory of legs, Soulless are heralds of corruption. A miasma of pestilence and death constantly billow from their skeletal forms - its foul odour potent enough to make seasoned warriors wretch and the very plants they touch wither into dust or toxins…"
"…an array of Soulless gathered before the slope, hurling javelins at small targets, and hitting with uncanny accuracy. Another group of Hollow Men crafted new javelins from gnarled tree limbs, affixing sharp wooden barbs onto them. Still another group floated over a patch of weeds, that rapidly shriveled into a black ooze into which the tips of their new javelins were thrust…"
"...Hollow Men are coveted for their retained intellect. In creating these constructs, the mind of the subject must be a willing one. This requires the creator to divine the one thing that was once loved by the subject, a memory or idea, and then extinguish that memory from its mind. Once its reason for living is gone, the soul is easily corrupted... Intelligence without conscience..."