Shadow
Creature
The Shadow is among the strangest of the rare undead: not a body and not quite a spirit, but a hungry stain of living darkness, the lightless remnant of a soul consumed by something far worse than death. It clings to dark places, all but invisible until it moves, and it feeds by draining the very strength from the living - a chill touch that leaves the limbs weak and the body failing. Worse, those it drains to death are said to rise as Shadows themselves, and so a single one left unchecked in the right dark place can become many. The faithful name them a small echo of the Drawing itself: the dark, made hungry, made to spread.