Deadly foes to be witnessed in battle, the archers of the Xala’Shar are renowned for their deadly accuracy despite the obvious lack of sight. A band of black cloth savagely digs into the muscles of its face, its frayed edges partially overgrown by festering mounds of scar tissue. Mismatched patches of quivering scales have been grafted to its heavily tattooed skin, giving it the appearance of a half-breed S’Kra Mur. Six blue-veined tentacles with broad diamond-shaped heads protrude from a muscular bulge on its back, their smooth glistening surfaces covered in a thick layer of clear viscous slime.
It is wearing some dark double chain mail reinforced with jagged shards of black bone, a tattered black blindfold, a leather cuirbouilli coat, a tattered black blindfold, some dark double chain mail reinforced with jagged shards of black bone. It is carrying some barbed arrows, a twisted black bone longbow wrapped in a torn acidic-green leather, a war club, a twisted black bone longbow wrapped in a torn acidic-green leather, some barbed arrows.
A hulking Xala'shar archer draws a hand through its tangled mane of hair and softly says, "Let us even the odds, shall we?"
With cunning movements, several of the blue-veined tentacles lash violently outward at you with a quivering hiss of delight!
Moving a moment to late, you are unable to avoid the barrage of wildly flailing tentacles. Their diamond-shaped heads slam viciously into your hands, arms, and torso with frenzied blows.
A Xala'shar archer inclines its head as it draws a scarred hand across the band of cloth covering its eyes with a sigh and softly says, "Another organ donor."
With snake-like movements the Xala'shar archer's tentacles coil tightly around your limbs and tenderly raise your corpse from the ground with a quivering hiss. With a brutal pull, the Xala'shar archer's tentacles tear your arms and legs from your body in shower of bone and blood, before tossing your battered corpse aside with ease.