These grotesques are corrupted monstrosities made from the husks of wraithguard, their trapped spirits twisted and maddened by the dark artifice of the Flesh Dancers, the vile coven of haemonculi that insinuated itself into the Doom Wraiths corsairs, and the good graces of Prince Atarax. Whispers have begun to ripple through the fleet, carrying tales of the master haemonculus, Argus Faine, manipulating the corsairs and leading them toward a path of inescapable darkness.