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!
Blessings in the Magma Flow
The river of magma flowing through the Adramar Rift is starting to change, becoming foul smelling and torrid almost as if it was once alive, now rotten.
Meglofin Feast
A huge Meglofin has crashed into Brightspear recently and has been providing enough food to feed huge sections of Brightspear’s New City. It seems as if as more and more is carried off, more fights are breaking out over the best parts of the catch
Sepsos Ironmaw
Bloated lord of the Bile Forge, his keep hollowed out beneath the rusting peaks they call home, Sepsos demands the same homage all Daemon Prince’s do.
As much a father to his followers as their warlord, the Ironmaw is a monstrous creature who’s daemonforged armour fails to contain his plague-harbouring flesh. Reapers scythe in hand, the Ironmaw descends on the inhabitants of the Interstice with little provocation, and with little motivation beyond his own entertainment