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Fannarthus

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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

Baltus of Rodrigos

Evocator Turayl Cleftstone stood watch.Unmoved by the hoarse screams of the prisoner, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the point where the chains were fixed to the floor, judging whether they were likely to break loose with the prisoner’s wild thrashing. Screams was...

Wrestling With The Hand Of Fate

Améline hangs in the dark, alone save the for the ringing of hammers on an anvil, and pain. But these had been her constant companions. She could no more be frightened of them as she could be frightened of the ache of walking.She wonders if the Anvil of Apotheosis...

The Voice of Khaine

This is Morathi’s nascent diplomatic service. She understands that diplomacy is simply war carried out by alternative means, but figures there’s no reason to use alternatives.

Baltus of Rodrigos

Evocator Turayl Cleftstone stood watch.Unmoved by the hoarse screams of the prisoner, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the point where the chains were fixed to the floor, judging whether they were likely to break loose with the prisoner’s wild thrashing. Screams was...

Wrestling With The Hand Of Fate

Améline hangs in the dark, alone save the for the ringing of hammers on an anvil, and pain. But these had been her constant companions. She could no more be frightened of them as she could be frightened of the ache of walking.She wonders if the Anvil of Apotheosis...

The Voice of Khaine

This is Morathi’s nascent diplomatic service. She understands that diplomacy is simply war carried out by alternative means, but figures there’s no reason to use alternatives.