Parash'kar - Shroudwalkers

Parash'kar, or Shroudwalkers in the common tongue are cloaked in burial linen, yellowed and stiffened with the dust of ages . Where the coarse cloth splits, the flesh is not rotten, but turned to salt- cold, brittle, and possessing an unnatural hardness. They move with a slow, deliberate shuffle, their silence more terrifying than any battle cry.
Each stands as a risen ledger of ancestral sins: the resurrected, conscious form of a being that once held power - a king usurped, a master betrayed, a sibling murdered. What unifies all of them is that their death laid the foundation of their victims power. A Parash'kar does not seek to right this balance, nor does it care to inflict a quick death - it demands to bring the guilt of the ancestors on those who hold the fruits of their sins.
  And so they seek out their targets, rising from their graves to start walking, slowly, inexorably. Not hurried, always shuffling onward, but never resting, never stopping, only one goal in mind. They do not strike it victim nor do they tear them apart.
No, theirs is a powerfar more terrifying: It makes them relive the sins of their forefathers - and the closer they get , the more real the visions become. Victims are barraged with visceral flashes of their ancestors' sins - the bitter taste of a poisoned feast, the searing pain of a blade striking in betrayal, the muffled cries of those exiled to the wastes.
The air itself grows heavy , thick with the scent of dry parchment and funeral spice as they draw closer and closer. And with their final touch upon their victim, their revenge is complete: the Parash'kar will trap them in their own mind, forcing them to relive the sting of betrayal again and again, staring blindly into the world until the river of souls washes all away.