Sometimes, the nightmares of Miir walk the streets in the flesh. The Fihyr are horrors, worries, and anxieties pulled from a sleeping mind and given unholy life by the residual magics in and around Miir.

A Faceless Butcher is born from anxieties about sudden violence, of being mugged, assaulted, and left for dead bleeding in an alleyway. Their appearance is malleable, but incorporates a long, slithering mass and one or more long spikes or claws.