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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 usually both uses battle rage and charge to create the biggest possible impact at the cost of his own defence.

Left in Hammerhal as a toddler and grew up in an orphanage until he was brought to Living city as a young boy. Here his foster parents both died to nurgle decease and green skins respectably and ended up with a group of priests devoted to Sigmar. During his effort to get revenge for his parents he was captured by Gutrot Spume on the mighty Rot Kraken and while trying to escape with the leader of the Sigmar priests they were both “rescued” by Sigmar and made into Stormcast Eternals.
They both fought in the battle to rescue Alarielle, in her soulpod, from the grasp of Nurgle

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Artwork by Jin-joon Park.______________________"Don't worry, ma. I'm coming for you. I won't let anything hur-""SHUT UP! Leave me alone, you're NOT MY SON!"Aldeena woke screaming, drenched in sweat. It took a few seconds for the light of Hysh in the Ghurian morning to...

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The first awareness Tcimmera has of being alive, is pain.It sneaks into the gloaming world of her sleep in the form of a dull, smothering blanket. It tries to push her back into the darkness, away from consciousness, but it has made a mistake.Now Tcimmera has a...

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Hitting the senses like the faint smell of almonds emanating from the drab clothing of the lurking privateers marching in formation through the newly clear cobbed catacombs of the Castle of Silk, with two carts with dark exteriors with purple walls adorned in spikes...