One of those tall fleshy ghouls found a bow, oh boy. It sends arrows flying from its solitary platforms. As crude victims close in on the disgusting almost skeletal frame, it evokes a horrid whistle from the depths of it's skull. At first, nothing happens, but soon fleshy ghouls spring from the entrenchous and vaporous mud. Instinct: Attack those who still draw breath,

• Feast on the flesh of the dead
• Deadly Whistling