Cataclysm and Glut (Beyzor Lord)

At the Height of His Power
Twisted forms ran across the field, faster than mere mortal feet could possibly carry. There were no horses in the charge, yet the thunderous steps rang through the air like a charging cavalry as the host of Cataclysm and Glut roiled over the forces of the Kaurathi. Body after body dragged under the surging, undulating mass of bodies, riddled with boils and growths. The host were barely recognizable as mortal forms, what had once been elf and human were now twisted, arms too big on one side, masses growing from shoulder and face, all the while, as they attacked, the smiled and reveled in their strength. Unnaturally strong, unnaturally changed, and as each fell before the swarm of bodies, they too began to change in Cataclysm and Gluts presence. The Beyzor gestured, and those cut down healed, eyes filled with immeasurable ecstasy as they became more than they could ever have been on their own. Stronger, faster, better warriors, and then their eyes glazed, lost in the bliss of their new lives, and they joined in the Beyzor’s host against their former allies, one of the swarming, boil covered host, waiting for the joy to end.

The Events at Vale

Interactions with the Adventurers of Kaurath

His Defeat