God Slayer Wretched

Whether you are role-playing in a grim-dark sci-fi universe or a space fantasy setting, your players will quickly become aware that there is something deeply wrong with these Wretched Alien Cyborgs.

His aeons long slumber was interrupted by the silent chime of an intruder alert. As the rest of his body came online he stood up in one swift motion, reaching towards his weapon. The war-scythe, never more than a meter away from him, floated magnetically into his hand and he twirled it in the air. His system indicated a 0.002 second delay in response time between his activation and the weapon coming online. A nano-meter of dust had gathered on it. He worried that the complex systems’ auto maintenance protocols had somehow been compromised by the enemy, but the thought left his mind as quickly as it came, and instead the guardian focused his senses connecting to the tomb-complex’s monitoring systems which had already identified the interlopers as carbon-based organisms. The data-waves indicated that many of the planet’s remote settlements had not been activated or disturbed. These creatures, whatever they are, were perhaps unaware of them. Zooming in on their group and taking readings of their “weapons” identified them as completely harmless. Little more than inert metal on wooden sticks. This would hardly be a challenge. Curiously there was also some sort of metal contraption pulling the doors of the complex open. Strange combustion-based technology powered its motion. This could be an indication that the organics possess more complex technology…no matter they would die all the same. He wondered what their blood would feel like on his metal frame. What it would smell like as it cooked on his plasma scythe. What it would taste like. The foreign thoughts alarmed him, and he scrubbed the data from his neural-network. He had work to do.

When the war for the stars was nearing its end, the so-called gods that remained focused their power and unleashed curses upon their exterminators, the effects were not immediate, but they were disturbing. A madness consumed the once proud alien empire, infecting the cyborg minds of the god-slayers like a spreading disease.

These are the God Slayer Wretched, an ancient people made of living metal, who’s minds have been infected by a mania so evil that others of their kind avoid them. In this art pack you will find:

Leader. The wretched lord clothes himself in the skin and organs of living organisms in a parody of life.
Terror Troops. These cyborgs have altered their body for maximum efficiency. Their purpose is sowing carnage either on the front lines or in the midst of their enemies.
Heavy Gunners. In their search for destruction these deluded creatures have become one with their weapons.
Monsters. Whether these creatures were like this to begin with or were once sentient is completely unknown.
Soldiers. Corrupted members of the peasant class. Their minds and bodies are so twisted that they are unable to walk upright. They are driven by a hunger that is impossible to satisfy.

Thank you for taking interest in this token pack. Here are some more bad guys! They are a continuation of my last token pack, the “God Slayer Nobles”. These are their dark and twisted counterparts.

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