Bloated lord of the Bile Forge, his keep hollowed out beneath the rusting peaks they call home, Sepsos demands the same homage all Daemon Prince’s do.
As much a father to his followers as their warlord, the Ironmaw is a monstrous creature who’s daemonforged armour fails to contain his plague-harbouring flesh. Reapers scythe in hand, the Ironmaw descends on the inhabitants of the Interstice with little provocation, and with little motivation beyond his own entertainment
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!
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 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.
Borzgrubb Fleshstink is an Ogor Butcher who courts chaos corruption. He walks the thin line between exalting the Gulping God above all, and catering to the favour of darker gods.
The being currently known as Peranothra is but a figment of her former self, a withered being of primordial essence that craves nothing more than the taste of sentient flesh and the destruction of civilization. She instinctually commands the lesser minds of monsters and beasts alike, having a particular affinity to the creatures found in the watery depths of all the realms, leading these creatures out onto dry land with the power of her fell magicks. They have one goal: to Feast.
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Lord-Aquilor of The Children of The End Times Vanguard-Auxiliary Chamber of The Blades of Light Stormhost. A grim woman determined to see her task of felling a draconic godbeast done. While her memory often fragments into haunting visions of what was and might yet come, her recollection of her heritage as the daughter of a fearless warrior king is clear, and she would be damned if she were to sully her father’s legacy.
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The cloud of steam hanging over the trees ahead was the first sign of something amiss. The second was the scent of burning wood, barely noticeable at first over the sickly humid stench of the jungle, but quickly growing as they drew closer. Lady Maemori paused, a...
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