Wailsworn Specter

Lingering dead, hollowed and bound to Craniax the Quick, the Wailsworn drift along his rear lines. Where their pall passes, curses slough away like rot, even as dread shivers through the living.

Their absolution maintains rather than heals. Craniax keeps his tools sharp.

When anyone threatens Craniax's hunt for Praetoria's secret, the Wailsworn give voice to a maddening keen and turn their magic loose.