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Darach

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Darach

Kurnoth Hunter of the Ironbark War Glade

Darach is a 20 year old, 12’4″ Kurnoth Hunter. Their bark is coloured white with glints of silver and foliage of aspen yellow. They carry both a massive hunter bow, as well as a Greatscythe into battle.

Darach is a young Kurnoth that emerged from his soulpod in the midst of an ongoing battle. His first memories are fighting alongside the dwarves of Chamon, driving back an incursion of chaos. The counter-offensive took them to the Allpoints, but the battle turned on them. Most of the other Aylvaneth perished, however, due to the sacrifice of the dwarves, a Branchwych was able to recover many of the Lamentiri. Darach was the only Kurnoth whose body survived, but he swore to honour the dwarves’ sacrifice for his kin. He joined the binding with one of these dwarves, a young(ish) Irondrake named Bryn. Bryn did not survive the process. Darach mourns his loss but has lost none of his determination to protect the dwarves in all the realms. He remains uncertain of other races, finding many of them strange and unpredictable.

The Battle of Isen Creek

A raiding force of ogre leadbelchers, with slaughtermaster, tyrant, and firebelly in tow wander Concendia in search of food.. Meanwhile, Lord Krazbeck was dispatched with a force of cultists and monsters to join his beastmen allies, Nurgles slaves of darkness marching...

A Questing Knight

I slipped quietly through the woods, the trees here grew close together and my armour occasionally grated on grasping boughs, or scraped through the wet moss coating the trunks of these majestic arboreal titans. Ahead of me, the forest grew brighter and I could smell...

The Battle of Isen Creek

A raiding force of ogre leadbelchers, with slaughtermaster, tyrant, and firebelly in tow wander Concendia in search of food.. Meanwhile, Lord Krazbeck was dispatched with a force of cultists and monsters to join his beastmen allies, Nurgles slaves of darkness marching...

A Questing Knight

I slipped quietly through the woods, the trees here grew close together and my armour occasionally grated on grasping boughs, or scraped through the wet moss coating the trunks of these majestic arboreal titans. Ahead of me, the forest grew brighter and I could smell...