Thaddius, the Scourged Titan

"You are too late! I OBEY."

Thaddius (Thad-ee-us): Of all the ghastly minions in the service of Kel’thuzad, Thaddius is the most hated. Thaddius is a brutal titan of flesh, the pinnacle of Scourge construction. Composed similarly to Patchwerk and Gluth, Thaddius is the amalgamation of countless bodies. Much worse than Patchwerk and Gluth, however, he is not a construction of simple fodder, slaughterhouse pieces stitched in makeshift. Thaddius was created, under Kel’thuzad’s blessing, almost entirely of women and children. The soul glutted ruins of Stratholme were ripe for the picking as Kel’thuzad and his Grand Necromancers tore the restless souls of the helpless women and children from their resting place where they were slaughtered by Arthas. Male flesh makes up the bulk of the titan’s outward appearance, but the animating factor in Thaddius are the countless tortured souls of hapless innocents. The souls were literally smelted together in the soul wells in Naxxramas, the screams echoing throughout the halls and corridors of the citadel. The blood curdling howls can still be heard from Thaddius’ hollow form. The bodies used in his construction were emaciated, drained, and thrown into a stretching pit where the bones and skin were forced over each other to form a giant. Thaddius’ lower body is heavily armored by unknown alloys of unimaginable durability. Thaddius’ arms and hands are extremely muscled, as is his entire body, bearing differing shades of skin color stretched along the frame. His head is formed of multiple faces and in some places, notably around the left eye, only muscular tissue is showing. Thaddius’ lower jaw, like Gluth, is a hinged metallic substitute. He does not employ it as Gluth does in combat, but it does serve to allow his voice to resonate more loudly, the screams of his captured souls radiating and piercing the air. Of particular notice is the single pauldron upon his left shoulder. Its purpose is unknown, but shields that portion of his nigh unto invincible body even further. The most terrifyingly powerful weapon at Thaddius’ arsenal is his heart. Pulsing with immeasurable energies, it is a wellspring of volatile substance. The souls within Thaddius’ being wage war with the darkness that sustains him and so great is the struggle that it radiates outward from his husk. Kel’thuzad’s magi were able to harness the power and allow Thaddius to control it. This allows Thaddius to increase his combat capabilities as well as power is ultimate ability.

Ultimate Power: Polarity—As Thaddius’ heart waged war within himself, Thaddius was given the ability channel the power. Thaddius is able to force the warring energies upon his foes, thus effectively granting them a polarity (similar to the repulsing effects of a magnet). A certain foe will be given the positive emotions of hatred, anger, fury and the like; another foe will be given the negative energies of weakness, fear, and sorrow. The two energies will clash mightily with each other. If two opposite polarities are in close proximity, the hosts of the conflicting polarities will disintegrate. The unpredictability of this combat mechanism makes Thaddius one of Kel’thuzad’s most powerful agents.

Gluth, the Plagued Canine

"You have only taken one step closer to the abyss." Kel'thuzad


Gluth (Glooth): Gluth is a creature terrible to behold. The first of his kind, Gluth is a Scourge Canine. Created in a similar fashion as the Abominations, Gluth is a composition of a vast number of creatures. Gluth is a prototype to what could be called Scourge Beasts. Like a canine, Gluth is quadrapedal, bears incredibly muscular legs, and a powerful jaw. Standing over ten feet tall from his paws to the top of his head, Gluth is a terribly formidable creature. Gluth’s paws are set with serrated nails, grown and honed to lethal qualities. The nails are not incredibly sharp, but serve for gripping and pinning prey to the floor of his blood stained chambers. Like a domestic canine playing with its master, Gluth will pounce and hold down his prey. Instead of producing affectionate kisses and licks, Gluth’s savage temper will lead his quarry unto a grizzly death. Gluth’s most noticeable feature is his jaw. The Scourge Canine’s lower jaw is completely made of metal. Hardened sarronite composes the mandible of the creature, set with pneumatic hinges engineered to clamp with such a force as to sever a building from its foundation. The havoc and devastation that it inflicts upon flesh is unimaginable. Notched with blunted “teeth” the metallic bite of Gluth is impossible to live through. Prey are ground and crushed into chunks and bits, morsels for the ravenous beast. Gluth bears an inherent weakness however, as he is a prototype. Gluth’s organic makeup is such that it requires an almost constant supply of sustenance for him to remain combat effective. If his appetite is not slaked, he will become sluggish and lethargic. If he goes long enough without food, he will be induced into a coma. Swift foes can avert his bite long enough to slow him down and ultimately stop him totally. The engineers of the Scourge have crafted a set of tunnels and passage ways that force zombies and ghouls into Gluth’s chamber should the need arise. Small cadres of zombies are placed into his chamber periodically to keep him from falling asleep. When engaged in combat, however, legions of zombies are unleashed into his chamber, their sole purpose to fuel his hunger. These walking bits of food are infused with a powerful performance enhancing drug that causes Gluth to frenzy. Enough food in his stomach will make him utterly unstoppable. Gluth is not incredibly quick footed, but he is not nearly as slow as he might seem. This he uses to his advantage as he stalks and jumps on his prey. None enter Gluth’s chamber save those with a death wish; he eats anything he sees. Only Kel’thuzad and the highest agents of the Scourge can pacify him.

Ultimate Power: Glancing Bite—Gluth will dispatch of numerous foes, and thus increase his energy level, by turning his head to an unnatural degree measure. With his jaw completely upright, he will rush and clamp down with undeterred strength on his enemies, reducing them to mere puddles of gore and blood in his mouth.

Grobbulus, the Wretched Flesh Giant

"Your flesh will do the delights of the starved worms"

Grobbulus (Grob-yu-luss): Grobbulus happens to be one of the most wretched creations of Kel’thuzad. While plundering the souls from the conquered forest trolls in the Eastern Plaguelands, Kel’thuzad made contact with a number of trolls of awful demeanor. The souls of sadists, serial killers, and predators of all kinds were eager to enlist in the ranks of the Scourge. Of course these trolls were utterly mad, as no troll would ever truly desire to be subjugated by another people. The insanity and wickedness of these trolls were great fuel for the creature called Grobbulus. Composed of cold machinery, pulsing flesh, and devilish souls, Grobbulus is a truly terrible creature. Grobbulus is, perhaps, the height of Scourge bioengineering. Grobbulus stands as the capstone of the fusion between machinery and flesh in Naxxramas. Standing nearly ten feet tall, Grobbulus is a regular giant compared to the mortal races. His lower torso and legs are armored by thick plates of sarronite. Upon his chest and filling the chest cavity is a tank of Scourge Serum, the concentrated form of the Plague that was spread upon Lordaeron. The Serum is incredibly lethal to mortal flesh and will react potently with the cells on living creatures. This tank of fluid in his chest is linked by a series of tubes to a set of cylindrical tanks on his back. These tanks mix the Serum with compressed air and are in turn linked to the massive syringe on his right arm. This syringe is his main form of offensive combat. Using the tanks on his back, he is able to expunge bursts of Scourge Serum upon his foes. Any flesh that makes contact with the liquid will rapidly deteriorate and effectively melt away. If the Serum does not make contact, whatever it does make contact with will become a festering pool of rotten liquid. The pool will not be incredibly dangerous, but the chemical reaction between the Serum and the air will produce a large, expanding cloud of toxic fumes. To breathe these fumes is to cause death almost immediately. Upon his left arm, Grobbulus bears a massive sledge where his hand should be. In effect, Grobbulus has no opposable appendages (his feet are encased in plated boots and his arms are a set of weapons). The sledge on his arm is used to bat foes away from himself or to simply crush bone in offensive maneuvering. Though his weapon of second choice, he will not hesitate to employ it if he deems it necessary or fitting to end a foe by pure blunt trauma. Grobbulus’ face bears no facial features save but a complete circle of long, yellow teeth which enclose around a large tube that links to the tanks on his back. Grobbulus, though blind, is a wicked killing machine devoid of emotion and trained simply to destroy.

Ultimate Power: Injection—Grobbulus will often use his sledge to sweep foes away in an arc while impaling a lone combatant with his syringe. He will pump the impaled foe with Scourge Serum until the now dead quarry becomes a sac of Scourge Serum and flesh. He will cast the bloated bag of rot into a gaggle of his enemies, rupturing it in the process and spilling Scourge Serum all over the others. Truly a gruesome end.