The scouring gatekeeper is an unholy fusion of insect and man that is vaguely reminiscent of either a centaur or a chimera. The central part of its body resembles an ankheg with a desert brown shell. Where a head should be, the chitin blossoms into a chiselled human torso, arms and head. These limbs are covered with chitin plates of the same hue arranged like a muscle curious and tall helmet. From under the creature’s ‘mask’ hangs a mass of course, insectoid hairs easily mistaken for a beard. The gate keeper’s back end sports a sinnous tail with a mandible framed mouth full of human teeth. Lastly, the anathema carries a corroded bident, the points of which are framed from its shedding. Some have markings of smeared offal on their sides to denote their place in a haphazard hierarchy. Grotesque Guard. As The Pariah hold solidifies over a city, it is not only the downtrodden and mad who fall under his influence. Inevitably, whatever military is mustered to try and contain the plag

Composed of silvery, chitin segments as large as a human child, the insect crawls across the blighted ruins within which it nests. No doubt this silverfish would only be considered vermin to the gods themselves, for now it is a scouring predator feeding on flesh and magic alike. The behemoth has consumed so many scrolls and spell books that it crackles with an arcane force all its own; a hungering sorcery eager to consume more magical energy. Long antennae hang from its brow, stained red from many meals and often with skulls and other bones spiked by its spines. History's Bane. So complete is the devastation that The Pariah brings, that his reality-warping abilities effects and employees even the lowest of vermin to its cause. Silverfish, usually content with nibbling on skin cells and demolishing paper, are elevated into veritable war machines. The swarms seek out holy texts, spellbooks and scroll first and foremost, crippling magical opposition to their leperous lord. This

Arousing and ailing, sensual and sickly, the veiled seizeran is, at first glance, a comely woman swathed in nigh-translucent veils. What can be seen of her soft skin appears feverish with desire. Up close, however, the beads of diseased sweat clearly shimmer across her multicolored raiment… for it is nothing more than thin flaps of infectious skin sticking to the aberration’s false curves. Those contours too are a lie, consisting of carbuncles and fatty sores. Somewhere under it all remains the humanoid woman the veiled seizeran once was, even if it is her all-too becoming eyes. Polluted Harem. While The Pariah is incapable of love and even lust, he still gathers paramours who give their heart, bodies, and souls to him. These poor women, often drawn from either the untouchable or most-vaulted classes, end up having all three aspects offered twisted by his ‘adoring’ caresses. The unique boils that break out across their body make it impossible to don even the lightest clothing wi

The mottled suckling is a lithe, rubbery creature with sallow yellow skin covered in inky, infectious blots. Little remains of the humanoid it once was, including a lack of sex characteristics and hair. Its face is a teardrop shaped with its point ending in a puckered hole where a mouth would be. This sphincter contains the suckling's vile proboscis, which uncoils like a wary serpent before plunging into a victim. Most sucklings wear tatterdemalion clothes, giving them the appearance of a beggar or leper. Still, if their skin and oddly shaped skulls weren’t dead giveaways of an alien nature, the suckling’s gnarled claws are half-again longer than a humanoid’s hand. Blight Bringers. So powerful is the pull of The Pariah's throng of devoted madmen, the mottled sucklings eventually perished from one eldritch disease or another produced by the sultan of sickness. Yet, the most fervent did not stray dead. Instead, their mortal coils were as to a moth’s pupae from which a mott