Ortus Tatravellan
Truestone Consul
A particularly obstinate member of the Alarith temple in Ymetrica’s Glib Stretch region, Ortus Tatrevellan has had a hand in securing several Lumineth cities and outposts over his brief 170-year career. More than an unyielding combatant, he also serves as an envoy for the Alarith, establishing contact with mountain spirits and mountain-dwelling mortals in realms beyond Hysh. The Glib Stretch’s Stonemage has recently tasked him with establishing connections in the Heaving Mountains of Ghyran.
Prior to arriving in The Lustrare River Valley, he was renowned in Chamon for establishing an unusual truce between Lumineth prospectors and the Bronzebite Mawtribe who dwell in the region. Shortly after their arrival, the Alarith Stoneguard and Mawtribe each developed a grudging respect (or the closest feeling to respect with which an aelf can regard an ogor) for the other’s monumental durability during their initial skirmishes.
After determining it would be impossible to rout the ogors from the area with their current numbers, Ortus approached their immense tyrant Garrul Bronzebitten to establish a mutually-beneficial trade deal. After all, what happens to the corpses and inferior equipment of the human, duardin, or beastman the Lumineth would slay in establishing their new territory would be of little concern to them.
Vos-Grimnir
Ruling from the reclaimed Magmahold Karaz Gronaz, Vos-Grimnir leads his Lodge with honor and conviction. Hailing from the lands of Hysh, the recent established Runefather has begun to make a name for himself and his kinbands in the mortal realms. They have triumphed over orruks, the undead, the filthy skaven, and even the Shadow Legions of the First Prince time and time again, forging his Lodge into battle harden veterans that would rival even the great Vostarg themselves.
Waging war from atop his ancient magmadroth , Cinderheart, Vos-Grimnir is a force few can stand against. Young for a Runefather and powerful of frame and mind, the duardin champion will continue to lead his Fyrd to glory. For Blood and Gold. For Grimnir!
Hope that will burn the Drench
In the gnarled, blackened trees around the clearing, Khornates hung from the thickest branches - the telltale sign of a Templar incursion into Desraki lands. In the midst of the clearing, people had been gathered, mostly humans, but of many races. They wore many scars...
defending what is ours
They have come sigmar lighting jotunn and his corrupted servants are to claim my skull come then I will gladly send you back to your realm broken and beaten,"to arms my pups to time to show them what I will happened to their false god".Cannons and artillery, roaring...