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Mighty Lord of Khorne Varon Skullhunter

Co-Leader of the Iron Bloods, Mighty Lord of Khorne Varon is fighting to save his soul from Khorne’s damnation. Bound to the Brazen Anvil of Skullgrinder Irox, Varon and his Iron Bloods warband must help the weaponsmith forge a terrible weapon of power for the Blood God’s forces. Lord Varon settles his matters upfront with a battle axe and has no patience for all manner of chicanery.

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Dirct with a battle axe with little patience for chicanery, Mighty Lord of Khorne Varon Skullhunter is a vicious warrior worthy of Khorne’s blessings.

From the mineral-rich Onyx Mountains, Varon’s Khornate warband, the Iron Bloods, would seek out precious metals across Chamon to craft deadly weapons for the Blood God’s forces. Varon himself was keen on skull sacrifices to garner Khorne’s blessing of their creations. 

The warband’s fortunes changed one morning when the Iron Bloods were awoken by the hammering of Skullgrinder Irox. In a night, Irox had enhanced several of the warband’s weapons and insulted their shoddy craftsmanship. Enraged, Lord Varon challenged Irox to a duel, but the Skullgrinder easily subdued the Mighty Lord of Khorne. 

The Iron Bloods were stunned to learn that Irox bore the mark of the Bloodforged, signifying him as one of Khorne’s chosen weaponsmiths. Irox had selected the Iron Bloods to help him scour the realms for resources to help him forge weapons of terrible power that rivaled the Eight Lamentations. With them, the Blood God’s forces would drown the realms in blood once more. 

To ensure Varon’s fealty, Irox bound Varon’s soul to his brazen anvil. In order to avoid Khorne’s damnation, Varon must lead his warband to help Irox complete his mighty task. If he has his way, Varon will use this terrible weapon of power against Irox to free his soul. 

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