Crypt Flayers haunt the night, dark shadows against a moonless sky, as their keen eyes seek out enemies of the court. With grasping claws, they snatch hapless victims off their feet, sinking their fangs into their captives even as they soar back into the sky, leaving behind naught but spilled blood.
When the blood of monsters flows freely upon the feasting table, an Abhorrant Ghoul King might bestowa horrific transformation upon his servants. On these fell nights are the Crypt Flayers born. As the blood of the king mingles with a concoction of Terrorgheist flesh and necromantic fluids, ghouls are twisted into new and terrifying shapes until, like monstrous moths, they emerge into the world.[1a]
It is at this moment, as the enchantments cast upon their meal by the abhorrant king take full hold, that they turn into dark predators. Growing huge and twisted like Crypt Horrors, Crypt Flayers gain the added nightmare growth of leathery wings. Their claws elongate, spines burst from their backs and their eyes glow stronger to pierce the dust and gloom of battle. No longer bound to the earth, they take to skies as airborne scouts and warriors for the court. Ferocious killers, Crypt Flayers wheel through the air above the Flesheater Court’s domain, sniffing the wind for juicy hunting grounds.[1a]
Crypt Flayers are regarded with awe and adulation by their mordant kin .It is viewed as a good omen to seeone or more of these winged beings circling above an expedition, and their shrill screams in the darkness fill each ghoul with pride to be in their king’s court. The Crypt Flayers themselves believe they are warriors borne a loftby enchanted pinions, thanks to the blessing of their sovereign. The noblest of their number are the Crypt Infernals – taller and stronger than the rest, they lead from the front as shining examples to their ‘men’.[1a]
Whether seen through a lens of madness or in all their rotting glory, none that have faced them can doubt that Crypt Flayers are brutally efficient in battle. Darting from the sky like harpoons of sharpened bone, they run warriors through, lifting them from the ground even as their prey dies screaming in a spray of gore. As they take back to the sky, the pack fights among themselves for the largest trophy from the kill.[1a]
Crypt Flayers are darkly blessed by the tainted Terrorgheist flesh they have ingested. In their chests dwells a measure of the undead beast’s capacity to unleash a mind-shredding shriek. Opening their mouths impossibly wide, they let loose a chorus of chilling howls, as if the gates to a dozen underworlds had been flung wide at once. The victims feel their blood turn to ice in their veins and terror grip their hearts as the sonic assault washes over them.The Crypt Flayers then descend to pick over the resultant field of corpses, seeking out the choicest trophies to bring back to their king.[1a]
A unit of Crypt Flayers will take wing before descending with a Fearsome Battle Cry to skewer their prey with Piercing Talons and Claws.[1b]