Abyssal Charyb-Singer (Chorister)

Abyssal Charyb-Singer (Chorister)

Born of drowned altars and abyssal rites, the Abyssal Charyb-Singers are the twisted heralds of the Gluttons of the Abyss. Where mortal choristers rise by blood sacrifice and deliberate ritual, these beings are chosen by the deep itself. They are cast into the sea not as offerings, but as questions — and the Abyss answers in flesh. In the brine-dark womb below shattered hulls and sunken temples, their bodies warp and reform, reshaped by pressure, salt, and hunger older than memory.

What returns from the depths is no longer fully human. Limbs elongate, torsos split and swell, and from their ruined forms grow serpentine tendrils, slick and muscular, echoing the ancient terror of Charybdis from half-forgotten myth. These appendages are not merely growths, but instruments — sensing currents, tracing symbols in water and mud, and anchoring the Singer to the will of the Abyss. Their once-human voices are dragged through salt and shadow, torn open by the pressure of the deep until they resonate with the pull of a tide that devours all things.

The Charyb-Singer’s song is not sung — it consumes. It rolls outward like a maelstrom given sound, each note heavy with the promise of submersion. Dissonant hymns stir visions of sinking ruins, drowned cathedrals, and leviathans turning slowly in the dark, their vast bodies brushing against the edges of thought. Those who hear the song feel their strength ebbing like a shoreline stolen by the tide. Muscles weaken, breath shortens, and resolve unravels as the mind fills with the roaring silence of deep water pressing in from all sides.

Blood responds first. Hearts stutter, veins ache, and limbs feel suddenly distant, as if already submerged. The Charyb-Singer’s tendrils writhe in rhythm with the hymn, carving spirals of brine-soaked symbols into deck planks, trench mud, or broken stone. These sigils pulse faintly, echoing the ancient geometry of whirlpools and undertows. With each movement, the song tightens its grip, drawing souls downward toward the Abyss not through force, but inevitability.

On the battlefield, Abyssal Charyb-Singers rarely advance with the main assault. They drift behind the Devourers’ ranks like living wreckage, partially supported by their tendrils, bodies swaying as if still afloat. Gunfire seems to bend around them, shots misjudged by soldiers whose senses are dulled by the song. Orders falter. Lines break. Men stumble forward or backward without knowing why, guided by the invisible pull of the hymn.

Veteran sailors and trench fighters alike recognize the danger too late. They describe the sound not as noise, but as pressure — a weight behind the eyes, a memory of drowning forced upon the living. Some attempt to block their ears, others scream prayers, but nothing fully silences the song once it has taken hold. Even those who survive speak of lingering effects: dreams of water filling lungs, of hands pulling from below, of endless spirals turning in the dark.

To behold an Abyssal Charyb-Singer is to understand that not all horrors swim beneath the sea. Some walk upon the decks of the damned, trailing salt and shadow, carrying the heartbeat of the deep in their voices. They are not commanders, nor prophets in the mortal sense, but instruments — living whirlpools unleashed where morale must break and resistance must be dragged under.

Where they sing, the Abyss listens.

Fully compatible with Trench Crusade

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One model – “Abyssal Charyb-Singer”, designed by Wargames Crew

Total size 52mm

Base size is 32mm

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