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!
Thorn’s Troggmob
For a long time, the Troggboss called Thorn da Ogorshield (called such because he once used an ogor as a shield during a fight) resided in the caverns of the Lustrare Valley. Alas, that state could not last forever. Nobody really knows the reason, but at some point...
The Lavafall Restricted Area
The Lavafall District in Hammerhal Aqsha had been thoroughly devastated, after the gargantuan Charonhydra escaped the alleged Grand Stormvault beneath the city. Wild spells and ancient monsters, trapped since the Age of Myth, were released into the city, and the Council of Hammerhal sealed off the district, leading to riots inside for months.
The threat within and below grew so big that the Hammers of Sigmar themselves descended on the vault at last, and seemingly neutralized most of the threat… or did they?
Things have calmed down since, but large parts of the district are still quarantined, to prevent entry to the bowels of the vault and for fear of Chaos corruption… and rightly so.
Old Viggo and his Stomp
In Ghur, it is said, everything is trying to eat everything else. Even the land itself. Great gorges open up to swallow forests and rivers. Deserts suck the vitality out of fertile lands. Continents devour each other. And even the seas endlessly gnaw away at this...