Kroq-Gar 5

Back in the plaza, Kroq-Gar stepped out from the ruined and withered husk of his carnosaur steed. Lord Skrolk - the hunched and blind rat grotesque - had slain the beast, causing it to decay instantly. There was great power in the contaminated staff wielded by the plaguelord. It was a stout rod, its iron-capped end connected by thick chain to a ponderously heavy censer. Once more, Skrolk began to whirl it overhead. Cloying fog filled the air, and Kroq-Gar could taste his own blood and bile as he breathed in the vile vapours.

Kroq-Gar realized that the longer the fight wore on, the more the toxic clouds would drain him of life. With that thought, the warleader of the lizardmen stalked forward, encircling his foe. With an unholy speed and vitality for such a diseased and tumour-filled creature, Lord Skrolk moved more quickly. The heavy, spiked censer crashed down. Few things that breathed could survive its fatal touch.

-Thanquol Book 1, Chapter 5