The master of decay.

Here is one, who come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills his paths led. And through the air. One that walks unseen. I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. He came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over him. A Barrel-rider... sorry, a rider on giant rat. And no hobbit and no hero of the story nor the villain. Just another type of undead I wanted to invent. Not-living and not-dead creature, which’s silhouette is formed mostly by clothes. The masters of decay collect dead bodies of people and animals to make them into new undead. They need to move quickly, so in the world of living they appear only on gigantic riding rats. There was an older concept from 2007 where I depicted it riding undead horses, but finally changed their type of mount.

Music for the mood: The Prodigy - Poison (Their Law: The Singles)