Lesser seers of the Man Eaters, the Offalscryers wade knee-deep in gore, their hands forever slick with blood. Though beneath the Haruspex in station, they too hear the whispers of the Carrion King, their visions drawn from the steaming guts of the slain. Some serve as attendants, aiding in great butcherings, while others lead their own rites, their shrill chants echoing through the feasting pits.
Unlike the Haruspex, who wield authority over the tribe, the Offalscryers are transient figures, drifting between camps, offering prophecy and omen. Their auguries are not always heeded, and should their divinations prove false, they may find themselves upon the altar—one final reading drawn from their own unraveling entrails.
