Once Scyla of the Tribe of the Hound enjoyed the favour of his Chaos god. At one time Scyla's Raiders plagued the northern coasts of the Empire. His name was feared by the Kislevite merchants of Erengrad. Many remembered the daring night raids that left the docklands of the Lynsk an inferno of destruction. But power of such magnitude has its cost, and Scyla paid the highest price for his ambition.

At first his body swelled with chitinous plates. This gift made him even more powerful, but it was the beginning of the end for Scyla. Within the year his head had grown elongated and reptilian and a beaked tail sprouted from his back. His limbs lost their clean human shape, becoming long, hairy, and ape-like. Soon he could no longer grasp his sword and fell upon all fours like a beast. At last his mind gave up its grip and Scyla was lost in the depths of gibbering abomination, becoming a Chaos Spawn.