#rock wraith

In the Crossroads

Veiltober Day 27 - Wraith

Twenty years in the Legion of the Dead. I’ve seen spiders larger than a bronto, broodmothers lounging in putrescence surrounded by their corrupted children, and unnamed things with flesh turned against itself. But worse, by far, was in an old mine shaft down from Heidrun Thaig.

We chased an emissary down there to a tunnel dead-ended in rubble. It was a vicious fight. He picked my men off until only four of use were left. When it seemed like we’d finally fulfill our oaths, our fight woke something long dormant.

What I thought was rubble gathered beneath my feet, taking a terrible form: a beast of stone surrounding the shattered skeleton of a man. A rock wraith. The spirit of a dwarf so foul the Stone itself rejected him. One swing of its boulder-hand crushed the emissary, and then it turned its eyeless skull toward us. We fled back up the tunnel, its heavy footsteps thundering at our backs.

Rock Wraith

Profane, Rock Wraiths, believed to be created from corrupted (and/or dead) Dwarves eating red lyrium:

Are not much different than Red Templar Behemoths, created from corrupted Templars consuming red lyrium: