Some Aptrgangr discover in death what they lacked in life: an appetite for suffering.
These wretched corpses gorge themselves upon fear and pain until their dead flesh can contain no more. Bone stretches. Limbs lengthen. Withered bodies swell into grotesque parodies of strength, while lesser corpses become tangled into their flesh, carried with them like trophies or half-digested memories. Such creatures are known as Aptrgangr Champions.
They lead not through courage, for death has cured them of none of their old failings. They bully the lesser dead forward and seek the wounded, the frightened, and the isolated, feeding upon every scream around them. The longer the slaughter continues, the greater they become. By battle's end, an Aptrgangr Champion may tower over the warriors sent to destroy it, bloated with misery that was never its own to bear.
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