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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

Drawing A Splinter

Drawing A Splinter

My plan to rejoin Alfonso and aid him in his assault on the dark magic at the centre of Concendia lay in ashes. Thwarted by uncooperative geography, delayed by arboreal flora and fauna (no doubt at the behest of the Sylvaneth) I paused in a break in the trees, halting...

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

I stood musing over the corpse-riddled battlefield, the scene of my victory and final vengeance over the vampire lord, Comte Vyspasian de Ryeat. I had been … misled into attacking him. Deceived in the furtherance of schemes of the Weaver of Destinies, the vile god...

A moment of peace

A moment of peace

Zinzolin’s nose twitched as a tendril of smoke wafted into his face. The expedition’s camp was bustling with soldiers and retainers in the warm summer evening, and yet he hadn’t been able to fully shake the eerie chill he’d felt since the raid on Apuovia. Since he’d...

Drawing A Splinter

Drawing A Splinter

My plan to rejoin Alfonso and aid him in his assault on the dark magic at the centre of Concendia lay in ashes. Thwarted by uncooperative geography, delayed by arboreal flora and fauna (no doubt at the behest of the Sylvaneth) I paused in a break in the trees, halting...

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

Balanced on the Point of a Pin

I stood musing over the corpse-riddled battlefield, the scene of my victory and final vengeance over the vampire lord, Comte Vyspasian de Ryeat. I had been … misled into attacking him. Deceived in the furtherance of schemes of the Weaver of Destinies, the vile god...

A moment of peace

A moment of peace

Zinzolin’s nose twitched as a tendril of smoke wafted into his face. The expedition’s camp was bustling with soldiers and retainers in the warm summer evening, and yet he hadn’t been able to fully shake the eerie chill he’d felt since the raid on Apuovia. Since he’d...