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Chaos Spawn

Chaos Spawn are creatures which have become so mutated through their servitude to Chaos they have devolved into twisted and insane abominations. Those seeking immortality and power through Daemonhood face the constant possibility of being reduced to Chaos Spawn, either by accumulating too many mutations or being cast aside by their Chaos patrons as unworthy.

Although physically powerful and extremely resilient, Chaos Spawn are insane mewling creatures with no mental powers or self-awareness. Their former intelligence has been sacrificed to their failed ambitions. Many a champion of great promise has ended up as a seething mound of bone and blubber, monstrous and screaming with lunatic rage.

The Chaos Gods are generous but erratic with their favours. When blessing on of their followers, a Chaos God might make them stronger, tougher, faster astonishingly attractive hyper-intelligent, or otherwise improve their lot in the world. Just as likely, the Chaos God may feeltheir loyal subject would benefit from having their toes fall off, having an eye sprout in their navel or being transformed into an dribbling and imbecilic mountain of flesh. The more of these gifts a champion receives, the more potentially disastrous their cumulative effects can be - even the body of a Chaos Space Marine can only withstand so many mutations before he passes the point of no return.

Any champion of Chaos, regardless of prestige, can find himself on the road to becoming a Chaos Spawn, for the Dark Gods are fickle. A champion who does not earn himself the ultimate reward of Daemonhood will surely become a Spawn, unless he dies from some other means first. Such is the lot of the Chaos champions - those that survive are destined either for everlasting, diabolical glory or an ignominious end as a slavering heap of limbs and protrusions

The outward appearance of a Chaos Spawn is utterly unpredictable and frequently changes over the course of a battle. No two are exactly alike, and their make-up owes as much to the invisible energies of Chaos as it does to physical suitability. A Chaos Spawn may have several sets of limbs, crab claws or tentacles. armour that bulges beneath the skin, tattered or useless wings, clumps of eyestalks that wave like grass in the wind, a sinewy prehensile neck or a gaping maw of needle-thin teeth. Some Spawn have insectoid bodies or heads, others resemble featureless quivering mounds of inverted muscle covered with spines that drip acidic pus. All however are hideous to behold and deadly to face.

Chaos warband members who descend into Spawndom will either be abandoned by their former comrades or kept as mascots or as beasts to be herded into battle.

Hit Dice: 4d8+11 (29 hp)
Speed: 40' movement
Stats: Str 21, Dex 8, Con 17, Int 1, Wis 10, Cha 7
AC: 15
Special Qualities: Darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, trap sense +1, uncanny dodge
Saves: Fort +6, Ref +0, Will +1
Abilities: Str 21, Dex 8, Con 15, Int 6, Wis 10, Cha 7
Skills: Climb +5, Listen +2, Spot +2
Feats: Toughness, one open feat slot.

Chaos Spawn as player characters

Large size
40' movement
Low-Light Vision and Darkvision 60'
-extra arms +1 attack per round
-can never use armor or weapons
+10 Strength
-2 Dexterity
+6 Constitution
-10 Intelligence, minimum 1
-4 Charisma
+5 Natural Armor
4 Starting Hit Dice (4d10; 4 + Int Bonus x 7 skill points; +4

Fort, +1 Reflex, +1 Will; +4 BAB)

Mutated Beyond Reason; roll on a Table of Chaos Mutations

Combat
Spawn fall upon the enemy with desperate energy, moaning and roaring in a mixture of rage and forlorn hope that a clean blow will put them out of their misery. Retreat is unthinkable to a Spawn, for the sword blows of the enemy are as a blissful release compared to the pain it feels inside.