The Fellwater Troggoths are dank, slime-slicked brutes that haul themselves out of the fetid bogs and drowned caverns to lumber to war for the Gloomspite Gitz. Larger and fouler than their grot masters, they exude a stench so overpowering that warriors gag and retch in their presence, eyes streaming and guard faltering at the worst possible moment. Their signature horror is their vomit — a torrent of caustic, half-digested filth that they spew across their foes, dissolving armour, blistering flesh, and choking the life from any caught in the reeking spray. In close combat they wield rusted blades and clubs, or simply tear at the enemy with clawed hands, their sluggish minds fixed on little beyond the next meal. Like all troggoths they regenerate wounds with unnatural speed, knitting flesh closed even as they fight, so that felling one is grim and thankless labour. Slow, stupid, and utterly revolting, the Fellwater Troggoths are a walking miasma that rots the courage of an enemy line before the killing even begins.
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