Hazkal Brannoksson
Hazkal Brannoksson is a brilliant Aether-Khemist with a focus on the utilization of Aether-Gold in medicinal applications. His research has proven to be incredibly promising, if controversial–given the long-term effects of Aether-Gold exposure.
Hazkal Brannoksson is a brilliant Aether-Khemist with a focus on the utilization of Aether-Gold in medicinal applications. His research has proven to be incredibly promising, if controversial–given the long-term effects of Aether-Gold exposure. As such, Hazkal has not been able to capitalize upon his successes financially. Those who know him are hardly surprised. He has long held a reputation for being quite unskilled in matters of business. With such an unseemly reputation, he is considered a “black cloud” by most of his family, save his adventuresome cousin Thori Snorrisson. Determined to prove himself and push the bounds of his research, Hazkal signed on to the same Skyfleet as his favorite cousin and set sail for adventure!
Somewhat bookish by the standards of most Duardin, the choice to become Soulbound came as somewhat of a shock to Hazkal. The opportunity to expand and perfect his craft, however, was too great an opportunity to let pass. With his keen interest in the effects of Aether-Gold exposure upon the body and its maddening long-term effects, Hazkal hopes to be able to focus his research into curing such conditions and more. Given enough study, mayhap even the magical poxes of Chaos might be cured with Aether-Gold infused medications. Surely that would earn him the respect of his peers!
A captain’s passing
Civilia was a trap, that's what Gaston now knew. His Ghouls-at-Arms had to retreat, but half of his forces were captured, including the Crypt Infernal, Captain Levi. The same Captain Levi that he was able to help escape from the dungeon of the mad inventor, Sorrah...
Ironsalt Village
The ruins of a village, ringed in a channel lined in rock salt with iron inlaid into it. The kind used to lay a protective ward from daemons and Chaos corruption, but this one dug purposefully and made to last. Even tectonic upheavals, it seems, though this one is...
Blood Ritual
Sytarith stood in a sea of blood. The vision had been quite right, she mused. She wanted it gone. The thing behind her skull, that ate away at her mind. She desperately wanted it gone. The strands of fate had guided her well.They needed more blood."More sacrificial...
