Worshipping chaos is a dangerous business. One minute you’re chanting unclean syllables not meant for human tongues whilst the claws of daemonic entities scratch at the thinning veil, the next you find yourself a mindless abomination with a tentacle for a face. You think you’re signing up to stick it to the noble houses, fat-cat guilders and corrupt overseers and the next thing you know you’re the one who’s corrupted, overrun with wild mutations and reduced to a mewling thing driven only by the basest of instincts. You might stay ahead for a while, acquiring a modicum of power by shoving lesser acolytes into the sacrificial pit ahead of you but ultimately very, very few make it to ascension and princehood. The rest either get themselves killed or end up reduced to bestial spawndom like Jibbermaw here.
Oddly, in spite of my long standing affiliation with Chaos, I’ve never actually built a spawn before so this was a great chance to really dig into the bits box and go mad. There’s still a few tweaks I want to make to him, particularly around the tentacle arm, but overall I’m pretty pleased with him.