You have been forged in the labs of Orcamedies and now you FEAST on the fear and the trees of stonewood. You are a primal force of nature that is going to turn this forest into so much shit.
Repelled by the banners of the bloody fist. The latent psychic energy of rage and hate that boils withing the banners of the fist repel the Gnawing ones.
Body: 20
Weapons: 2 short claws
Damage: 10 normal
Defenses: 100 Armor, immune to gasses, immune to binding
Abilities: 5 x paralysis gas poison. Needs 30 second cooldown between packets.1x rapid refit
Killing Blow: If someone is paralyzed the gnawing ones will killing blow them BUT they make sure that their prey is actually paralyzed and take their time making sure that victim can watch. They feed on the fear that is generated by their foes seeing them prepare the killing strike. The mind is moving at million miles a minute but the body is frozen in place. The fear marinates the mind with chemicals that the gnawing ones find particularly delicious and sustaining.
Motivation: Feed on the trees of stonewood. Feed on the fear of their prey.
Speech: they don't talk but they hiss and chitter.
Movement: skitter and hunch. Move quickly but then stay unusually still