Lycans

"You dare enter my inner sanctum and dictate your petty mortal terms to me?"

The Lycan's are large hellish beasts that half man half wolf. They are dangerously fast and deadly with razor sharp claws and fangs that if bitten shall place you under their hellish curse. They are not small wolves that run on all fours, no these Lycan's stand on their hind legs and tower over men. They are cold blooded killers that will tear you to pieces before you can blink. All Lycan's live for the hunt, for the scent of blood.

The Lycan race is ruled by Cornell, a giant brute of a man with a mighty war hammer for a weapon. Most recently, Cornell had a witch create a spell that allowed his stronger brethren to revert back to their humanoid form and change at will. This then allowed him to send his spies out among the land without being noticed by the Brotherhood of Light. However, they are forced to change on the night of the full moon no matter how hard they fight it. Tis but a side effect of the spell, but nothing the Lycan Lord would worry himself over.

The Lycan's have few weaknesses, silver is their worst enemy that burns deep in their skin and the wounds never fully heal. If the silver enters their blood stream nothing can save them and they will die a slow painful death. However, the Lycan's have many strengths to counter their weakness. They are fast, not as fast as a vampire but fast enough. Their claws can easily shred through flesh and rip a man apart. Their fangs drip with their own venom that in the case of an escape, the victim of the poison will turn into a Lycan for the rest of their days. Lycan's require little sleep but are always hungry. They eat twice their weight to keep their energy up. One never knows when one will enter battle. Best not to do so on an empty stomach.