Memory:Writhing mass of primal chaos

These foot soldiers in Chaos' army are the cruelest mockeries of Law -- fallen heroes, once-great forces for Law, and even an occasional innocent bystander -- all mutated by the rampaging forces of Chaos. Now merely a congealed mass of body parts, these hideous abominations are capable of striking from each of its many mouths, claws, horns, and other miscellaneous appendages, the corrupting energies that fuel them spreading to all they touch. Their one weakness may be that their minds have also been destroyed by the transformations. Tread wary around these... THINGS..., brave adventurer, lest ye become one... Tendrils shoot out of this pulsing blob, only to be reabsorbed back into the creature. Eyes bubble up to the surface of the sickly flesh and the sink back down. Hooks, barbs, and claws scratch at the ground. A number of mouths chatter constantly, their crazed language of chaos doing its best to drive you mad and pull you into their legion. This heap of organic matter has been degraded to a flickering everchanging mass by the twisting forces of chaos itself. All its surroundings seem to start to move and change in its vicinity, and it greedily absorbs matter that is instantly ground to bits. A screeching and grumbling noise can be heard while it rips apart the fabric of reality.