In the spacious cavern, dark red fumes permeated with the acrid stench of decay, and bizarrely shaped monsters chanted in shrill, yelping cries.
Their sizes were massive, the numbers staggering, and the variety immense, each differing in form and function. Some had strong solitary arms growing from their chests, others had multiple arms and legs resembling centipedes.
The one commonality was that their bodies were mostly covered with pus-filled boils, and their limbs rotted with sores.
The dark red smoke seemed to squeeze out of those pus-filled boils, and the huge gnats and flies swirling around them seemed to have grown from the boils, clinging affectionately to their sides like offspring.
These unique mutants, who called themselves "Plague Monks," worshipped the omnipresent and omnipotent "Plague" and treasured it dearly.
