Thessok Hunter

The Ardentioch Wastes offer nothing to the careless. Steep ridges, deep channels, and canyon drops that swallow the sound of a scream. The Scythen River carved this land into a maze of stone and shadow.

And the Thessok Clan calls this broken land home.

The Thessok are born to stone. Their gray scales blend with the rock. Their claws dig into sheer rock face like iron pitons. They move low, quiet, patient.

Blood ties bind them closer than any oath. When the clan hunts, the clan eats. They never abandon their own and they never forget their dead. Survival in the Wastes has always demanded that much.

A Thessok hunting party watches and waits before striking the most dangerous target first. The biggest threat dies before it knows it's being hunted. The rest scatter.

Not much lives in the Ardentioch Wastes for long, but the Thessok have been here for generations. That should tell you everything you need to know.