While most of the horrors brought by the Lords of Cthul slither across the ground on a multitude
of turgid tentacles, the squix flaps through the skies above on bat-like wings, seeking living prey
to drain of vitality.
In a horrific parody of living things, meat slaves are egglike incubators formed from the flesh of
former cultists and victims within which any of the still-forming minions of Cthul bubble and
seethe. At the slightest disturbance, their membranes tear open to unleash the monster within.
Elite Squix (1)
Meat Slave (2)