Gliding through the streets in the dying red of twilight, draped in tattered funeral shrouds like wraiths, these elves strike terror into the hearts of their prey. They are one of the oldest gangs in Stormreach, having first appeared over fifty years ago. They have seemingly been destroyed a number of times during this period, only to rise again after a few years in the shadows.
Members of the gang engage in ritualistic self-mutilation, using toxic alchemical substances to necrotize flesh and peeling away strips of their face with scalpels. The efforts they put into their appearance do not go unrewarded. Business owners and merchants are occasionally willing to stand up to other gangs who try to squeeze ‘protection’ money out of them, but few are willing to stare down a rotting corpse, especially one accompanied by a true zombie or wraith.
Although extortion is their most common activity, the Shrouds also sell their services as hired muscle and killers for hire, using their wraiths as incorporeal killers.