Riders of Torment are among the most feared entities in the armies of Discord. These demons serve as the harbingers of agony, spreading pain and suffering wherever they tread. Steeped in ancient lore and dark rituals, they embody the chaotic and malevolent essence of their master, the Slumbering King. Their existence signifies the corruption and perversion of the natural order, twisted by the influence of Discord.
A Rider of Torment is an abomination, a grotesque fusion of man and demon. Their bodies are tall and sinewy, covered in a leathery, scarred skin that speaks of countless acts of self-mutilation and torture. Their heads are often masked, adorned with the flayed faces of their victims, giving them a horrifying visage that instills fear and dread in all who encounter them. From their shoulders and back, a cloak made of these macabre trophies hangs, rippling with an unnatural life, as if the souls of the damned still cling to the remnants of their flesh.
Riders of Torment are not merely warriors; they are custodians of ancient, dark knowledge. They are believed to be the remnants of a once-noble order, corrupted by the influence of The Slumbering King. Their transformation into demons of pain and suffering was gradual, marked by rituals and sacrifices that bound their souls to the dark powers they now serve.
In the lore of Discord, the Riders are seen as the enforcers of the Slumbering King's will, tasked with spreading chaos and ensuring the dominion of their master over the lands they invade. Each Rider is a living example of the corruption of the natural order, their very existence a blight upon Reclamation.
The Riders maintain their own grim libraries, filled with the scrolls and tomes of dark rituals, written in the blood of their victims, upon their still warm flesh. These texts detail the methods of inflicting and harnessing pain, serving as a guide for those who seek to follow in their footsteps.
The Riders are unmistakable on the battlefield. Their massive, muscular frames tower over their adversaries, their presence alone capable of breaking enemy lines. Their masks, adorned with spikes and flayed faces of their victims, hide their true features, adding to their aura of mystery and dread. The cloak of human skin they wear seems to pulse and writhe, animated by the trapped souls within.
Their weapons are as terrifying as their appearance, often adorned with spikes and barbs designed to maximize pain. Each strike from a Rider's weapon is not just an attack but a deliberate act of torture, a reminder of the suffering that awaits those who oppose them.
