Born from nightmare, this hircine demon is shrouded in coarse, matted fur, its deformed skull crowned with twisted, bestial horns. Reeking of blood and filth, it embodies the gross corruption of Baphomet’s terrible lineage, a living blight upon the natural world.
One of Baphomet’s chosen consorts, the Chort is a virile beast driven by an insatiable carnal hunger. Through it, an unholy progeny of wicked and capricious creatures has spread like a plague across Doaden, each more depraved than the last.
A ruthless hunter and brutal warrior, the Chort moves with terrifying speed, covering great distances in a single bound. Its strikes are savage and precise, tearing through armor and flesh with ease. Those who stand against it rarely live long enough to regret their folly, bones crushed, bodies broken, and remains left to rot in the shadow of its dread master.
Worshipped by twisted cults and feared by even the most seasoned warriors, the Chort is a herald of calamity. Where it treads, the land festers, the air grows thick with rot, and the weak-minded succumb to madness. It does not merely kill; it desecrates, reveling in the suffering it inflicts. To face the Chort is to confront the raw, unbridled savagery of the primal wild itself, a nightmare given flesh, eager to drag the world into ruin.
