Forsaken

"Tendril, pinion, snapping claw, bladed limb and drooling maw..."

- The Ulfweregant

Many Champions and Lords of Chaos, no less valiant in the service of the gods of the North than their brethren, find that the rewards of the gods turn out to be more a hindrance than a blessing. Such is the case of those wretches known by the Northern races as The Forsaken; those Chosen of the gods too powerful to devolve into mere Chaos Spawn, and yet are too weak to bear the brunt of their mutations and find their minds breaking under the weight. These atavistic warriors once fought for the glory and exultation the Dark Gods could grant them, now, they fight only out of dark, unnatural hunger and madness.