Malathir Weavesong
Within the age of Myth Malathir was sprung within the realm of Gyhran, with peace and serenity weaving within the song from Alarielle. It was a time of great wisdom and council. Malathir however was unusual amongst his kin, the seasons seem to ebb and flow effortlessly around his being, in a constant flux. Whether the seeding had caused this effect or whether it was a blessing from Alarielle none truly know. It is however not a simple change as the seasonal effect also influences Malathirs mind, from a calm spring breeze to the cruelness of winters chill.
However as with most tales there is tragedy. When traversing the realms on a mission of peace, Malathir and his host were flung into the Interstice pocket realm. As soon as Malathir regained consciousness he took note of his surroundings and noticed an eerie silence… no more could the song of Alarielle be heard clearly except from a glimmer from time to time. In unison the wailing ensued and there would be nothing that could console Malathirs host. Seemingly unsure on what action to take Malathir began heading for the closest forest. Weaving a spell to amplify Alarielles song the host began to understand their peril. Much conflict and strife occurred during their resettlement within the Interstice, and seeding new life into the pocket realm. So it was they formed the Mirrorwood Glade.
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Vos-Grimnir
Ruling from the reclaimed Magmahold Karaz Gronaz, Vos-Grimnir leads his Lodge with honor and conviction. Hailing from the lands of Hysh, the recent established Runefather has begun to make a name for himself and his kinbands in the mortal realms. They have triumphed over orruks, the undead, the filthy skaven, and even the Shadow Legions of the First Prince time and time again, forging his Lodge into battle harden veterans that would rival even the great Vostarg themselves.
Waging war from atop his ancient magmadroth , Cinderheart, Vos-Grimnir is a force few can stand against. Young for a Runefather and powerful of frame and mind, the duardin champion will continue to lead his Fyrd to glory. For Blood and Gold. For Grimnir!
Hope that will burn the Drench
In the gnarled, blackened trees around the clearing, Khornates hung from the thickest branches - the telltale sign of a Templar incursion into Desraki lands. In the midst of the clearing, people had been gathered, mostly humans, but of many races. They wore many scars...
defending what is ours
They have come sigmar lighting jotunn and his corrupted servants are to claim my skull come then I will gladly send you back to your realm broken and beaten,"to arms my pups to time to show them what I will happened to their false god".Cannons and artillery, roaring...