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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

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Visions of the Dark

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Lucina’s dream stretched out before her. Though Stormcast for centuries now, the Lord-Aquilor hadn’t been Reforged enough times to lose her need to sleep and to dream. While most of her other human needs had left her, the need for rest persisted. Perhaps, that was by...

Untangling the Knot

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Beliana Fauncrest sat with her council. The evidence, the images, and the individuals arrayed around them, on display, and under critique. “Are we sure that he will not speak further?” she inquired of the investigator, her hand referencing the Orruk that stood in...

Scions of the Flame

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Red dust rose and wirled from stomping bare feet, weaving around a smoldering bronze brazier. The stars shone unobscured by either the polluting light or smog of civilization, and -at this altitude- with a piercing blue that could almost be felt. The glow of the...