Phalspor - Plague Angel

Phalspor - Plague AngelThe drummings of his scabbed wings carrying them to battle sound like the screams of one thousand damned souls crying out in the night, and their voice can only be likened to that of a man seeking death but never finding it. There are few in the legions of Ruin that will ever attain a fraction of their notoriety, and even fewer that will be able to live up to the deeds they have performed in service of the Mother. Plague Angels are an anomaly within

The drummings of his scabbed wings carrying them to battle sound like the screams of one thousand damned souls crying out in the night, and their voice can only be likened to that of a man seeking death but never finding it. There are few in the legions of Ruin that will ever attain a fraction of their notoriety, and even fewer that will be able to live up to the deeds they have performed in service of the Mother.
Plague Angels are an anomaly within the forces of Ruin. They are leaders, granted far more power than that of a simple Atriarch but far less than that of a Lord or Lady of Ruin. Thought it would be foolish for a more powerful creature to attempt to control them - as they are fearsome foes indeed. Their wings shudder in the wind, releasing dandruff of sickness and death - even as they cross the battlefield, they leave a miasma of palpable virulence. Their flesh is poison, and the blood that runs through their veins contains some of the most lethal pathogens known to mortals, and the creatures known as Yhtarii, alike - even being splattered with it after landing a successful blow can mean death for the victor later on