‘What can I tell you about the dark one… the saviour, supreme necromancer, the indomitable spirit and unassailable warrior? Hmm. the old man scratches his wiry grey beard. ‘Mortane, the Lich Emperor is ruler over the Kra’mor Empire, situated within the Amethyst Peninsula.
“Every new bloom is a hope given life, even the darkest places deserve them… Especially the darkest places.”
Aether-Khemist Lazul Anchorport serves aboard Admiral Calik’s flagship. Lazul is leading the way on harvesting and assessing airborne resources, determining what brought them into the Interstice pocket realm and how they’d be able to return. When not in battle, Lazul seeks out 3rd parties to understand the landscape at ground level, within the air and most recently under the savage seas.
Within the Interstice, Valka, the Warmonger was a bloodthirsty warlord from the Beastland Wastes. Throughout his life he sought a challenger who could best his capabilities however none could. For decades he laid low Orruk bosses, Chaos tribe chieftains and all manner...
Fannarthus Blightbane Stormcast Eternal Knight Questor of the Hallowed Knights. Main focus is strength, agility and fortitude while both specialising in fighting multiple medium enemies and the largest of the large single enemies. Fights with shield and sword and...
Skitaknaw Gnawclaw, callous kin-eater of the concealed under-city
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A blinded Guardian of Souls, adept at scrying, accompanying Delarosas host in Concendia.
Known Facts: A Warlock Bombardier who commands a ragged band of survivors from a Ulgu-related disaster he refuses to talk about; their numbers are mostly composed of engineer acolytes, but a trio of stormfiends, a doomwheel. and a few weapon teams all remain functional. His soldiers wield bizarre firearms of unknown origin that use Warpstone as a power source, but he has started fuelling them with Aetherquartz out of necessity, a decision that has altered their behaviour into becoming more orderly and secretive.
Description: A leanly muscled, twitchy rat, never seen without a suit of enchanted armour and a pair of homemade thermal vision goggles. By Skaven standards he is relatively young, on the cusp of middle age, and his face and hands are heavy with burn scars. His above average height and black fur mark him as being descended from Stormvermin stock, but his aptitude for repairing circuitry and manipulative streak lead him to join the engineers instead.
Personality: Curious, boastful, and good at improvising, with a cautious streak that leads him to double check each stage of a plan for weaknesses before commiting. Has a habit of both encouraging and taunting his apprentices to improve their skills, while playing them against each other to keep them from overthrowing him. He is surprisingly open-minded for a Skaven, caring little for who funds his research. Elf-thing, Ghost-thing, Ogre-thing, he’ll work for anyone who can afford his services.
Current Status: He is currently based in an abandoned black fortress of unknown origin in the Neonwood Wetlands in Ulgu, where his forces regularly skirmish for resources against the local Unmade and Coalesced, but the recent arrival of a Dawnbringer Crusade threatens to upset the balance of power.
His main source of income is mercenary work, hiring his clan out as scouts or a security force to the highest bidder. He seeks to maintain whatever alliances he can find, and refuses to break a contract unless his life is threatened.
Our three explorers won’t have it all their own way. Whether they were trapped behind the shroud, or have been waiting for it to recede, the Sylvaneth have a substantial presence on the Isle of Concendia and have their own goals. They’ve already been encountered by...
Scarlet emergency lights flooded the flicker-lit halls of the smoke filled sub-basement forge-halls as scratchy metallic screeching temporarily drowned the whir of pistons and gears. The 518th Union Security Detail began to slide down ladders, mustering the crowds...
Chatla-Raktoa could not help but notice the alienness of the jungle. Marching at the head of a small formation of saurus infantry and riders, they were sure the rest of their warriors could feel it too. The Claws of Huanchi’s home jungle in Aqshy was...
Lady Maemori did not like the jungle. She could taste the humidity in the air, a cloying thickness that seeped into her lungs and clung to her pale skin. As if buoyed by the thick air, the grotesque bugs that swarmed about the air and crawled along the ground were far...