No rumours of metal men or feeble southerner mad science can avert my glory! Prepare! For my hour draws near!Īstrid looked at the message and then towards the deliverer of it. Be ready worm, for my forces fear no local superstition and we will bend the dark magics of Morien to our will. When I have made my claim for the dark gods I will rule this land as a dark King and come to smite you in your encampment in Frostland. The land of smog and its supposed sinister experiments.
The locals here fear the black Island of Morien. What a fool you were, giving my hordes a chance to become proper chosen, true warriors of darkness and masters of monsters? And yes, what splendid beasts there are here for us to tame and break into weapons of war! Creatures of every description seek to lay claim to these lands, engaging in glorious battle that one can make a name for themselves in that my armies have bloodied themselves in time and time again. The lands are rich and give a great bounty of crop spoils and mineral riches to be forged into mighty weapons and feed a great host. The Engles, Tujes, and Xasons already have made claim to this place and though many are simpering old god worshippers they are a strong base with which to build a dark empire. Though the accursed wardstones that shroud wretched Albion and the meddling druids are present here much lies ripe for the taking. These lands close to Albion are vast but close to the whispers of our gods. What pompous ignorance and empty-headedness lead you to believe that I would be content to be merely your pawn you whorespawned worm? You who so brazenly help herself to my harem, who dare to criticise my tactics time and time again to my face and try to humiliate me in front of my tribesmen with your short-sighted castigations? You are no chosen of the Dark Gods, but a feeble pretender who has grown fat and lazy off of the bounty of the slaves I have taken.īut let me tell you exactly why you are doomed. A host that will stop at nothing until I have become the chosen of the dark gods and you crawl at my feet. You will surely beg for mercy when I grasp these lands in my hands and return to Frostland at the head of a splendid host enriched and swollen by the bounty of this green and pleasant land. These are rich lands, steeped in powerful magics and the favour to be gained from the gods for conquering it will be immense. You ignorant buffoon, do you not know the doom you wrought upon yourself by allowing me to build a power base here? When I have concluded my business here I will feed the Dark Gods your mewling screams and take for myself the crown of the Everchosen while you linger in the past like the rubbish heap that you are. What a fool you were to send me to these Atlantic Islands. Her appearance is disconcertingly noble looking for a servant of Nagash, and she uses this to her advantage as she's dispatched to the Dark Lands and the Mountains of Mourn learn of the power of the Great Maw and how it could be used as well as a war to humble the Dawi Zharr.
Something that Lord Ferrok repaid by showing her the gifts of magic she hadn't even known about. Helping Lord Ferrok design more aircraft and master the skies, Jian Min was also an adept strategist, and provided the Lord in Steel with many of her culture's famous treastises on science, warfare, culture, and magic.
Already a favourite in the Imperial Court for her work on flying machines and aeronautics, she was made the mistress of the skies for Lord Ferrok's armies and granted a body able to fly thanks to craft of her own design and access to the acquired stockpile of Ithilmar, a metal which she covets tremendously. Jian Min the Clockwork Air Marshal: A Cathayan woman who came to Lord Ferrok when she was following the trail of strange purchases made on orders from the Dragon Emperor she found Lord Ferrok and Stanislava's work impressive enough to swear fealty to them and ask to be made one of their iron lords.
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