Yrenor Krimsbane “The Howling Storm” Warlord of the Dire Manes.
His feet locked into place on the armoring pad as the Sanhedrum approached and began their hymns. He remembered, he remembered the time he first wore this armor. So long ago now had he been tested time and time again under the leadership and guidance of former Warlord Kraggun Greystone. Krimsbane felt his pauldrons lock into place and activated his power fists before reaching for his weapon. He stared at Foebane, remembering a time it took on a completely different form and name. When it was known as Thrasher’s Bite held by Odinius, the foul khornite beserker that had felled the former Warlord and two other War Chieftains. Remembering its jagged teeth that lined the edge of the blade and how the demon within called him to feed on the blood of his brothers before it was reforged and sanctified. His reminiscing was interrupted by Ivar High Seer of the Dire Manes, “Preparations are underway and our brothers await your word at the war table” his voice was raspy and old as Krimsbane’s helmet locked into place. Krimsbane nodded and grabbed Foebane, the axe so large and powerful it requires two powerfist to effectively wield it in combat.
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