Once valiant mighty warriors, encased in gleaming armour, now corrupted by the power of the plague father, these champions have bloated around, out and through their protective shell becoming one with it. Malformed tentacles protrude from various body parts as additional limbs and their razor Sharpe weapons have rotted away to blunt blades that have become true instruments of death, that will poison a man a thousand times over with just a scratch. Proving their loyalty on the battlefield, they are blessed with a single touch from the deity of decay, then after a few days they begin changing into obscene mutated creatures with pot marked flesh that bulges and splits. They are the minions to the pestilence god and slay and consume any brave souls that stand in their path.