Born in the world that was among the peasantry of the past Empire, Vanna and her family were no strangers to the corruption and mistreatment by the nobles of the region. Their crops stolen, their animals butchered, and in a dark day for Vanna, her brother stolen to serve in a hopeless battle. Filled with fury and a desire to fight back, slowly a coup was formed which she was heavily apart of to overtake the local lordship. This act of defiance costing her both her mother and father in the process, but this only added fuel to the growing flame within. When the final uprising came, their forces were quickly brought to near utter slaughter by the nobles more seasoned fighters and veterans. It was in this moment of near loss Vanna heard a voice as if from the air itself, yet also within her. The words seeming to burn its message into her mind; “Is this your vengeance? Is this all your might? Is this all you can accomplish against those who took everything from you?” This taunting caused confusion and fear in her fellow rebels as she began to ramble and shout to herself rather than offering commands. Was than the lord stepped out to the killing floor with smug satisfaction on his lips at his inevitable success against those beneath him, and Vanna saw this. The voice spoke on; “There, see. He see’s it too. You are weak, you will not win, you will not kill him… Unless, you let your rage take you… Seek his blood… Take… His Skull.” A sudden fire like power burned within Vanna’s veins as her venom and fury at her oppressor’s surged over her, and with evil gifts spurring her on, she surged forth like a beast before cattle. Her longblade dropping the guards and soldiers lifeless before her, none able seeming to stop this new threat. Turning a sure victory for the nobles forces, to an ever more worrying defeat, and this became all to clear as she drew far to near the lord she despised. The hate in her only grew as she saw the fear overtake the man, and in his final moments, he dared to try and turn and flee from her. His was the first skull she claimed, chained to her blade for all time. Her first trophy. And with a primal grin of satisfaction writ on her face, she felt that power in her grow, but her hate did not fade. Her fury, her pain, her need to bring the world to heal, it remained. Burned on her heart and soul with the mark of a skull. She turned her gaze to the now slain lords guard. She recognized him as her brother, now older, worn, and horrified. Her blade moved swift, she did claim her second skull, and from her brothers bloodied tabard the mask she dawns to this day. So she was reborn as a champion to Khorne. The Lord Hunter.
Brawen The Bloody Queen
Brawen was born in on the dagger tooth coast to war queen Kugaa beast bane and chief Skriryl Black paw on the 6th day of the hunt night wolf it was finally killed after the queen give birth to her first child the tribe had lost many good lives in take down including the chief.
