Ghaouls lurk and prowl the wastelands at night, hiding in lonely places and ruins, and waylaying travelers foolish enough to seek shelter after dark.

In lands where they are plentiful or known, travelers are cautioned by locals not to be caught abroad when night falls, particularly not when near certain ruins in darker places, places whose inhabitants vanishment is still whispered centuries after the stones themselves have begun to fall into dust.

A gayul is a grey eater of flesh, the offspring of some nameless demon and a forgotten race. Misshapen, yet manlike, the hint of bestial intelligence lurks in feral eyes glinting above slavering fangs.

Ghaouls fear little other than the sun, and they delight in the cruel chase. Although individually not strong, a pack of Ghaouls should give adventurers pause, for the merest scrape of their rancid, filthy claws against bare skin can result in paralysis or disease.