Cap’n Grog-Sothoth
Scourge of the Soulless Seas
Cap’n Grog Sothoth is the accursed pirate cap’n of the Flying Tallyman. Hailing from the Soulless Seas of Ghyran, he has set his sights on the treasure of Karak Gorlm in The Glimmering Archipelago of Chamon.
Smitty Cystongue twisted and turned and cried out in his sleep. His dreams were haunted by visions of something horrible lurking at the edges of reality, clawing at his sanity. It bore likeness to his old Captain Grog, but he knew it was something new. It called itself the dread pirate Captain Grog-Sothoth. Returned from the realm of the dark gods of chaos, it called to Smitty. He awoke feverish and sweating, his boils pulsing and irritated, with one last lingering image burned into his mind.
The next night, he had the same horrible dream, that his once great Cap’n had been transformed by the chaos realm into some gnarled horror. He saw the Cap’n at the edge of his vision, twisted and scuttling. He followed the fleeting glimpses deep into the night, stumbling in bare feet.
When he awoke, he was lying in a tidepool caked in mud. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and choked up foetid seawater. When he was finally able to take in his surroundings, he found that he was in a coastal cave filled with gnawed bones and piles of corroded coins and valuables. As he scanned the mold spattered cave walls, his eyes settled upon a miserable creature huddled into a hole in the wall.
“What have they done to ye’ Cap’n?” Smitty murmured, half to himself. It said nothing in reply, but rose squirming from its hole, tentacles outstretched. It raised a cutlass in one arm, and pistols in its other three. A tentacle squirmed from underneath the its tattered greatcoat and, while Smitty stood transfixed, pressed itself into Smitty’s forehead. Suddenly, he could feel the creature’s will. It was no horror, it was the same noble Cap’n that he knew afore; the same Ca’n Grog that he would’ve followed to the realm’s edge! Smitty’s heart swelled and his soul was lifted. He had found his Cap’n and was ready to adventure once again!
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Gorfang Da Immortal
The leader of Da Bloodbreaka Clan is its talisman through the greatest of fights and toughest of foes. He has earned his nickname “Da Immortal” too many times for an orruk to count, surviving grievous deathblows only to return stronger than before. For an orruk, Gorfang is a surprisingly competent tactician, and has made decisive orders like sending Gore Gruntas into an enemy’s “flank” because they’re squishier there. Most surprising of all is Gorfang’s penchant for what some call “honor.” He prefers to beat his enemies fairly, but a giant boot to the jibblies doesn’t count if no one sees it.
To show the other Ironjawz who Da Best Boss is, Gorfang adorns his armour with the heads of his fallen foes. Each one tells the story of Gorfang’s trials as an Ironjaw. The Chaos Duardin taskmaster, Rhagrakki Burnfist, who oversaw Gorfang’s enslavement. Rhagrakki’s head sits next to the treacherous ogor Turokk the Hairy, who tried to backstab Da Bloodbreaka Clan. Adjoining him is the mischievous Skaven Warlord Scrak Goldclaw, who Gorfang hunted for ages after he stole his pet squig. The scalp of the Khorne champion who put Gorfang in chains, Deathbringer Kalrak Bloodmarked, hangs from the orruk’s belt. As for the monstorous skull of Gorzog that sits on Megaboss’ right shoulder? No one knows except for him.
With the realms breaking and their lands shattered by The Jhokulapse, the drums of war sound once more from Mount Kraktoof. Da Bloodbreaka Clan marches with Gorfang at the head of his WAAAGH!
Azoth Realmgorger
An ogor of considerable bulk and dark, blackened skin. Unlike most ogors though, his gut is consumed in an ever burning flame contained by metal plates welded onto his body. As time has gone on more plates have been necessary to maintain his form, slowly encasing himself in a layer of heated metal. His eyes glow like hot coals within his helmeted head. Azoth leads the Steamwrought Legion, a collection of Aqshian refugees on a quest to create great engines of destruction and attain true power.
The Lady Malfleur
The Lady Malfleur appears to be a tall and surpassingly fair golden-headed aelven noblewoman, draped in a simple but rich velvet and fur mantle and cowl, beneath which she conceals a costume whose ostentatious finery is more characteristic of a human duchess or merchant prince’s consort. Her air is amiable and inviting, her large, bright blue eyes confiding and mischievous, her smile hard to forget. She resides in Iscarion as a trade envoy acting for the Hyshian Aelves called the Bryshareth.