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This is a work in progress please be patient as I make my adjustments to the story. Please, if you enjoy what you have read so far let me know, also I am open to suggestions on how to make the story better.... Thanks.


Born the son of a Kurgan High Councilman and a Brettonian slave woman under the Tzeentch moon, he is the youngest son of the chieftain and his name is Keir. He was always pushed aside and told by his older siblings he would never aspire to the greatness of being a Warrior. He found himself drawn to the Horselords of the Marauders and then one day while tending to the horses he heard a noise behind him and turned to see a giant of a man atop of a horse and both horse and rider were adorned in armor forged in the fires of Chaos Dwarfs, he trembled in slight fear at the man before him and he knew that was his desire. He being but a child opened his mouth to his siblings and told them of his desire, they laughed at him, scorned him, and told him it would never be. When Keir turned came of the age when all the young boys choose their destiny before the council he strode forth in confidence and told the council his desire the room erupted in laughter, the bastard son from a Brett woman wanting the highest esteem of the gods, much to the dismay of of his father. Later that night when his father got home his father drug him to the back side of the tent and beat him soundly and shoved into the dark of night; told to not to ever come back. He looked around in the night and fled into the darkness alone praying to the gods they would just kill him. In the darkness is where he was found by a miserly old man with a crooked back and twisted features. Under the guidance of the old man he learned not only how survive in the harsh lands of the north but also that he had a knack for riding the only gift from his mother, he also learned the dark magics of the gods and he knew in time he would have to go back and face his father and brothers. He grew tall and his skin hardened as granite and soon left his old mentor with the wings of Tzeentch watching over him and he went out to find what kind of warrior he was to become. After wandering for many a night fighting Trolls, Ogres and other creatures of the winter north, he soon found the halls of the Chaos Dwarfs and inside the hell forges to make his armor. The gnarled old dwarf looked and him and smiled a devilish smile you are bound by the the changes that occur around you and you will bring many changes in your wake. His armor was imprinted in the marks of all the gods but most predominantly in the mark of Tzeentch. Encased in his armor, his blade twisting with the eye of Tzeentch he left out and quickly joined up with a band of other warriors seeking to make their mark on this dark land. They came upon their first village and like a dark plague they pounced on the villagers with vicious abandon. Women screaming, men yelling, and children crying so crazed were some of them that they failed to hear the sound of Imperial troops marching forth. The men of the Empire fell upon the band of raiders and having more discipline and experience they quickly overwhelmed the men of the north, but Keir and a small few saw what was coming rallied together and made their stand. Their thick armor and heavy shields warded off the arrows as they pushed towards the Imperial men at arms, they steadily advanced and when they were close enough they charged in breaking the lines of the Imperial troops. All the years of survival had taught Keir to be brutal but always to be aware of his surroundings, as his sword drew blood over and over the weaker men of the Empire fell away from his vicious attacks. Quickly the more organized warriors overpowered the weak men of the Empire and they were forced into a full retreat. Once Keir and the surviving members of the had ensured the rout was over they turned back to village to finish what they had begun. They stormed back into the village and the remaining raiders quickly set out to find the treasure they would need to bring back to the North Land. The surviving villagers screamed and prayed to their god but the men from the North laughed and mocked them. Keir saw one man dressed a bit more ornately than the rest trying his best to sneak away, with a quickness that defied his size he lunged and grabbed the man by the loose cloth on his back.