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.

Kazgrim has spilled blood by the tide full and he has bathed in no less. So blessed by his blood god is he that his very soul defies the beck and call of Nagash. So long as there is sufficient blood sacrificed on the battlefield, Kazgrim’s rigored body draws it in, revels in it and revitalizes his body anew as if pulled fresh from a bloody womb of Khorne. His mastery of blood allows him to also bring some of his followers back from the brink of death, allowing them the chance to spill blood once more for their unquenchable patron. 

His vision is to bring the wrath of Khorne to every corner of the mortal realms. To accomplish this, he seeks to summon up the incarnations of Khorne to consume everything the eye can see. While he follows the path of Aichmos, he owes him no allegiance aside from acknowledging that Khorne has given him recognition. As such, there is no loyalty and he often disregards the calls of Aichmos, knowing full well that the mighty lord would not dare to strike against the high priest of slaughter.

Kron saw his rise to Khorne’s favour in the tribal arenas of his homelands in Ghur. There, 8 massive tribes of Bloodbound offered up their greatest champions to be anointed through combat with the title of slaughterpriest and lead the combined masses of their 8 armies in a glorious path of carnage. Kron bested the strongest of these champions and upon receiving the ferverously malicious blade Goretooth for his achievement, awakened the gaze of Khorne upon his deeds. 

In the Interstice, he has taken a claim to the Crucible, a caldera in the mountain ranges between the patina plains and the pyrelands. Here he has created a grand arena in honour of Khorne, sending hundreds of slaves to do mortal combat daily until only the strongest survive and can be given a place among the Bloodtide. Those who fail to meet the martial prowess required to be initiated soon find their skulls collected by the Khorgoraths that Kron keeps penned. 

When Kron is not personally overseeing the arena games and anointing the new followers, he is seeking out new slaves by the thousands by following any of the marauding campaigns of the Bloodtide. He believes that through these arena games, he will find great champions that will aspire to greater and glorious deeds in the path to glory.

Once one of nine high scholars of the Ventemente Mageocracy in Hysh. He spent most of his life researching into the symbols and meanings of ancient runes from the age of chaos. His main focus was upon the many skulls found in sacrificial pits and temples, etchings on foreheads that were thought to have higher meaning that were lost to time. His findings told of great portents but he was mocked and ridiculed for his strange obsessions with such occult matters.

When a tide of chaos raiders attacked the city, he was denounced as a cursed scholar and having brought doom to their esteemed city. His fellow scholars betrayed him, hoping to oust him from the council and exile him from the city. Their screams echoed the halls of the citadel chambers as he used ancient blood rituals to tear their skulls from their writhing bodies. He had mastered the skull runes and with this, he could control a rift into the chaos realm by the skulls he bore. His journey eventually led him into the ranks of Lord Aichmos, bearing the banner of the blood secrator and bringing the swirling madness of the chaos realm wherever his fetish skulls followed.