Shadowless

The Shadowless are no secret. Everyone knows of them - the secret tales, the lurid mysteries of lurking, lifeless loners. They are not spoken of, not by anyone respectable - not without the sudden hushed tones, the fervid glances. For good reason, too. Nobody knows who they truly are, what they want. To meet one is an inescapable path to a gruesome end. They stalk through the darkest of forests, leaving inexplicable shivers in their wake.

All know the tales of those dark, hooded figures, trailing their whispering black cloaks behind them. All know the shrill whistle of their flute, the high sibilant symphony that pervades the air, warning of a harrowing fate. Like the tolling of a death bell, their footsteps echo in only the most abhorred places, in which even the lowest of beings dare not enter. And as their name tells, they cast not a single shadow upon the ground they walk. They are the Shadowless.

So, reader, you would do well to keep in mind - they are not to be meddled with. Many have tried to do so in the past, and not a single one met a desirable fate. It is an end not to be wished upon even the most detested of people. Protection is scarce against something that even nature does not dare interfere with. Beware most, on nights when the moon is full, that you do not stumble upon one of them. There is no mistaking them. They are the Shadowless.