The jungles of Lustria are home to the last holders of the secrets of the Old Ones who came to this world eons ago and shaped it to their will and whim. Who spawned the Slann in their multitudes and who caused the Elves to be to serve them at their pleasure. Serving those ancient, order-soaked monsters are the endless, mindless hordes of the Lizardmen, Slink and Saurus and Kroxigor, every one bred to purpose and blind to any other service save that of their deathless lords.

 And then there's this thing. A massive, towering hulk of raw muscle and scale standing a good head and more over the average beastman, answering to the name of Sho'Kal. A brutish mass of green-gold scale that barely seems capable of sentience and that is nonetheless possessed of a dreadful intelligence far beyond that of most of his insensate kin, an intelligence that lurks behind bestial golden eyes.

 In general shape he's much like his Saurus brethren of course - a tad bulkier and more powerful as a result of his service, but for the most part his service to the Ruinous powers has touched him more internally than it has externally and the approval his transgressions have earned him are apparent in the living suit of armour he wears, ten thousand burnished bronze-gold scales sheathing him like a second skin and flowing where his uncanny will directs to thicken beneath a blow or bare the flesh beneath to feel some new, exquisite agony inflicted by a hopeless foe or the matt-black length of Voidbringer that lays across his back, a starkly plain greatsword of unadorned design that has nonetheless sent more than one hopeful champion down to ruin with sundered helm and skull and while he's not known for his charm there's nonetheless a certain dark, brutal glamour about him that would turn heads in any company save those of other champions of chaos.

 Oh, and those horns? They used to grace the head of Unkarak the Undefeated, a notoriously successful beastman war-chief who lived up to his name right up to the point where he suddenly and abruptly didn't as Sho'kal tore the top of his head off and ate his brain. Said head-top does however, make for a ferociously cool helmet.

 His history is spotty - he's known to have been enslaved in the lands of the Empire for some years, travelling in a cage as little more than a beast from one pit-fight to another where his penchant for horrific violence and cannibalism earned him a kind of dark renown until he came into the hands of a master who started to stoke that violence with a succession of alchemical drugs, at least one of which contained a sufficient proportion of powdered warpstone to begin him on the transformation he's now undergoing. The first of his kind in eons to be possessed of a strong sense of self Sho'kal soon slaughtered his captors and led a slave revolt that founded a nightmarish band of outlaw killers who pillaged their way across the farming lands and back-country of the Empire as they travelled north, following the call of Chaos in their blood through Kislev and the Wastes where they met and defeated beast and challenger alike, the savage Saurus earning sufficient renown through blood and battle, through rape and slaughter to be accepted as a Champion not of one god but of Chaos Undivided, dedicated to the freedom from chains to be found in the embrace of the warp.

 And now he's come to pledge his little band to the service of an even greater champion, for reasons of his own.