Greycloak Raiders

Faceless road-robbers in undyed grey who swarm a caravan from the scrub, take everything, and are gone before a face can be named.

They are nobody by design — drovers, deserters, and broke guards under one anonymous grey cloak. A raider opens with a thrown javelin and closes with a notched blade; a bowman feathers you from the rocks; an adept spits a cheap hex to break the horses; and a chieftain holds the line at the back where the cargo is. Kill one and the rest are still nobody. Heavily armoured iron-warriors lead the worst of them.