The Birth of Azarspawns

Life is not born... it is broken, bent, and made to crawl.

  The Birth of Azarspawns, also known as The Brood. is the most feared aspect of the Azarspawns: the machinery of their multiplication, a parody of true creation. The Azarspawns do not have mother, instead, they seize women of other races and twist them into monstrous birthegivers. From these captives, spring entire generations of spawn, each marked by the blood of the mother's original race.  

The Birthegivers

When women are taken alive by azarspawn raiders, they are brought into brood pits, where caverns slick with slime, smoke, and the chittering of larvae. There, rituals of poison and shadow burn away the captive’s identity. Her body warps, her womb becomes a cauldron of entropy, and she emerges as a Birthegiver or Mother of Brood.   Birthegivers are no longer truly of their own kind. Their minds are shattered, their tongues speak only in garbled whispers, and their bodies swell with unnatural fecundity. Each race yields its own horror:  

• Elven Mothers birth thin, blade-limbed azarspawn, swift and cunning.
• Dwarven Mothers bring forth squat, stone-skinned broodlings that gnaw rock as flesh.
• Human Mothers produce unpredictable swarms, diverse in form and violence.
• Orc Mothers birth hulking berserker-spawn with blood-hunger beyond restraint.
• Goblin and Hobgoblin Mothers yield sly, venomous breeds, swift and cruel.
• Gnomish Mothers birth twisted tricksters, small, agile fiends that slip through shadows.
• Halfling Mothers, are the most pitiful, for they are of small stature and yields broods little. numerous and feral.

 

History

Since the Second Azaraki Peace Wars, the Azaraks, first loosed their spawn into the dark, it is assumed they sought to mock the ways of the gods. Creation was their enemy, thus uncreation made fertile, was their own mockery.   From the earliest days of their descent into the Underdark, the azarspawns carried this doctrine: that all life may be profaned into new shapes of horror. Captives were no longer victims but tools, reshaped by venom, ritual, and entropy into mothers of things that should not be.