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Thori Snorrison

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Thori Snorrison

Thori may appear prickly to most non duardin, but he is considered something of an oddity among Kharadron for his interest in other cultures and societies. He’s more open to examining the successes of other peoples than Kharadron normally are and has a driving interest in understanding the technologies of other peoples and how to adapt them to KO society. This leads him to go out among the peoples of the world more often than his fellows, and has made him a valuable point of contact for his admiral and prospective clients and trade partners.

Blue Lion Reemergence

They found the massive encampment out in the wilderness, far away from the frontlines of the Hellscorn war, or indeed, any fighting. Their movements, as their Corvus Cabalist scouts had reported, indicated their goal of leaving Thondia behind.Disillusioned, weary...

Drops of Corruption

At the edge of the forest, near the great lakes, it sat. A human encampment, mercenaries apparently. Their uniforms were well-worn and soiled, and the Templar vanguard could hear them coughing and spitting as they went about their business.Obvious signs of sickness...

On the wings of love (and war)

Day was coming to an end. Evening light of the Hysh shone weakly upon a ramshackle wooden platform in a small camp near the city of Crobus. A tall Desraki priest with an enormous axe was standing before his prisoner with a menacing grin. He then turned to the public...

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Blue Lion Reemergence

They found the massive encampment out in the wilderness, far away from the frontlines of the Hellscorn war, or indeed, any fighting. Their movements, as their Corvus Cabalist scouts had reported, indicated their goal of leaving Thondia behind.Disillusioned, weary...

Drops of Corruption

At the edge of the forest, near the great lakes, it sat. A human encampment, mercenaries apparently. Their uniforms were well-worn and soiled, and the Templar vanguard could hear them coughing and spitting as they went about their business.Obvious signs of sickness...

On the wings of love (and war)

Day was coming to an end. Evening light of the Hysh shone weakly upon a ramshackle wooden platform in a small camp near the city of Crobus. A tall Desraki priest with an enormous axe was standing before his prisoner with a menacing grin. He then turned to the public...