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!
Ceremony of Blood
The Mandestri, a brand-new blood cauldron connected to the great Mother Cauldron and font Morathi’s power – has been terribly damaged. Its cursed iron surface has splintered and must be repaired through rite and sacrifice. Morathi-Khaine herself leads a great ritual intended to heal the Mandestri’s wounds, channelling a vast quantity of potent gore through a sacred sacrificial shrine magically linked to the Mother Cauldron. But enemies seek to impede her plans; they must be driven back – or fed to the Mandestri themselves.
Dire Visions
Mara’s study was a mess. The Aelf’s desk was a jumbled heap of ancient scrolls and scurried calligraphy, maps and artifacts were strewn all over the place, each piled at comical angles. Candles dripped copious amounts of wax onto the floor as each was almost burnt to...
Tall Tales
Aden hated Taverns. The smell, the insufferable songs going on into the early hours, the constant drunkenness of its patrons. Ugh. Did these Aelves have no self-respect at all? Yet here he was, standing outside the dimly lit structure of a place he so despised. A...