Post by soulscourge on Mar 30, 2020 5:39:55 GMT
The warrior of the Kul known as Kraydor BloodHowl, The BloodThrasher, The Hound of Blood, Blood-Bayer, Skullmonger, Goreseeker, and many other titles, names and curses. As time hold little meaning in the far far north of the wastes, he was born or birthed to the people of the Kull: Tribe of the Hound. A people well muscled, brutal and savage to all including their own. Little is said of his early life, none who may know of it will speak of such as to do so is rumored to draw his attentions to them and the inevitable wholesale slaughter that follows. He rose to power, as most Khorneites do, with the taking of the skulls of his fellows and betters. His monolith deep in the wastes where only the most fervent of the Blood God's followers woudl dare treat would see a great pillar of fused skulls, and those skulls each bear the brand of Khorne upon their brows. But what is know is as follows....
Born under a hidden Morrsleib and a shadowed Maansleib. A tribal warrior at an early age. Killed his hunting party while raiding rival lands... for not killing enough of the foes. He assembled a small but equally bloody warband and made his way south. Khorne did note this one, blessing him with brass scales over his skin, a bestial fanged head, equal to that of a Fleshhound, His eyes became milky white orbs. Upon a field of battle did he vanquish a powerful southron spellcaster, the soul and skull given gladly as an offering to the very throne of Khorne, who was pleased and gifted his warrior with a pair of rune scribed axes. Long has he fought many of those gifts described were nto so quickly given or earned, but he seeks only the spilling of blood and the giving of skulls.
Though outwardly he would be no different then countless other berzerkers of Khorne, this woudl be a clever ruse. He enjoys a hunt in battle or a worthy foe. Once even gaining Valkya's nod of admiration for his acts. He also posesses a near unheard of patience when in the grinding attrition of a siege, as he demonstrated with the recent action of the actions of the Phoenix gate against High Elven defenders. He lead a forlorn-hope and was thought dead only to have again appeared in Middenland at Brass Keep, his fury allowed to be more of a dominate attribute. Apparently gifts from the Blood god are not always without its eventual cost, though none should think him mindless as his skills in combat are just as sharp as they always have been.
Born under a hidden Morrsleib and a shadowed Maansleib. A tribal warrior at an early age. Killed his hunting party while raiding rival lands... for not killing enough of the foes. He assembled a small but equally bloody warband and made his way south. Khorne did note this one, blessing him with brass scales over his skin, a bestial fanged head, equal to that of a Fleshhound, His eyes became milky white orbs. Upon a field of battle did he vanquish a powerful southron spellcaster, the soul and skull given gladly as an offering to the very throne of Khorne, who was pleased and gifted his warrior with a pair of rune scribed axes. Long has he fought many of those gifts described were nto so quickly given or earned, but he seeks only the spilling of blood and the giving of skulls.
Though outwardly he would be no different then countless other berzerkers of Khorne, this woudl be a clever ruse. He enjoys a hunt in battle or a worthy foe. Once even gaining Valkya's nod of admiration for his acts. He also posesses a near unheard of patience when in the grinding attrition of a siege, as he demonstrated with the recent action of the actions of the Phoenix gate against High Elven defenders. He lead a forlorn-hope and was thought dead only to have again appeared in Middenland at Brass Keep, his fury allowed to be more of a dominate attribute. Apparently gifts from the Blood god are not always without its eventual cost, though none should think him mindless as his skills in combat are just as sharp as they always have been.