Know your enemies... or your future masters.
Once peaceful swamp dwellers, Varyn's magic has twisted their nature. Their hide is hard as steel and their horns glow with unstable energy.
The omnipresent spies. Do not try to hide; they see the heat of your blood. They patrol the skies of corrupted zones, firing concentrated beams of pure void energy.
Fallen soldiers from past eras, raised again not by necromancy, but by Void infection. Green runes on their bones make them immune to pain.
Trorks are savage by nature, but under Varyn's influence they become disciplined war machines. They have traded tribal honor for insatiable bloodlust.