(While I'm personally not a fan of this new piece, I'll see if I can help with the description)



Whether it be some forgotten xenological tome of an inquisitor’s collection, or the ever guarded shelves of the Eldar Black Library, little can be revealed on the enigmatic Necron hunters known as the Stalkers. Even to their own ilk, these soulless automatons are ones of mystery and apprehension. Just as the Flayed Ones were cursed by Llandu’gor the Flayer with his final breath, so too did the Stalkers fall victim to the wrath of the C’tan. The ‘gift’ the Night Bringer bestowed upon his killers corrupted both their souls and their bodies, creating something disturbed in the eyes of the Necrontyr.



The Curse of Shadows, as it was to be later named, did not erode away its victims sanity or fill them with a lust for death. Instead, it simply destroyed every scrap of the Necron’s soul. Now they are nothing more than living machines of death, simply waiting in hibernation until a new target has been chosen by the wary nobility. But the curse did not stop there. It morphed the living metal of its Victims, Morphing them into disfigured creatures of spindly limbs and unnaturally long legs. Their form has taken something more akin to their only remaining purpose, leaping across mountain tops and city roofs with their insectoid hind leg and naturally hunched over like some lurking predator.



The Stalkers are fit for only one task, unsubtle assassinations, which they preform exceptionally well. The Stalkers will hunt in small packs, usually in threes, across raging battle fields to eliminate enemy officers in the most violent and public way they can. To complete this task, the Stalkers are fitted with very little, their long limbs carrying them across the battlefield, their integrated hyperphase blades to slash the throats of their victims, and the simple black cowls they wear to remind their Necron brothers who did this to them.



The only remarkable piece of technology they contain to themselves is what is known as the Nihilistic Generator. Instead of blending in with one’s environment as more primitive tools of invisibility produce, the ancient piece of technology housed within a glowing green orb in their chest simply allows its user cease to exist in relative terms. The generator produces a short ranged hypnotic pulse that is irritable to the brains of lesser races. By bombarding the brain with these subtle waves, the mind instinctually attempts to block out the waves and in turn the producer of those waves from sight and sound. In lay man terms, the generator forces any lesser race to simply ignore the Stalkers and forget they are even there. The corner of the eye can catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure but to search for the blade in the shadows, one will simply look over that which is standing not more than a foot in front of them.



(hope you like it.)