The Duke, as with all other Flesh-Eater Courts is as crazy and vicious. He thinks he is protecting his lands by driving out the evil chaos forces from Sigmar’s lands, but he is actually a hungry and crazy undead and magical zombie.
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A huge bloated man stood over Cargan, armour barely containing his bulging bulk, rusty cleaver dripping with the hunter's lifeblood. Aengellania didn't know what to do. Couldn't know what to do. He turned towards her, gurgling to himself as he raised the cleaver...
“You're going away, Tichi?” Aengellania Heartmender asks this of the skink, not bothering to hide her dismay. The others are silent, though Aengellania can feel their sorrow through the Soulfire they share. "Yes. To Ahramentia. The massstersss have decreed...
“I'm telling you, the tracks lead here. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean I can't."“Perhaps we should have waited for Tichi. She's just as good of a scout as you are, Cargan.”Aengellania Heartmender lets Cargan and Myloc’s bickering wash over her, as she...