The mark of chaos undivided scars the mortal skin of the fallen warriors of the Imperium. Scouring the galaxy for thousands of years, they seek to feed the desires of their dark gods.
Bloated and decaying, the plague knights of the disease lord Nurgle, are resilient and deadly warriors who wish to share the gifts of their dark God.
The Great lord of change Tzeentch has many plans for his followers. For those with strong enough ties to the warp and strong enough mental will, they are granted great magical potential and become strong warriors for chaos.
Slaanesh desires greater heights of pleasure of all manners, for the dark prince of pleasure, their warriors seek the same. The noise marine one of these extremes, looking to make the loudest deadliest sounds to pierce the material plane.
Khorne seeks blood shed, death, and murder. For his warriors they seek to earn his attention with skulls for his skull throne, driven mad with blood just and a craze for death.
An Iron Warrior dawning a helm made from the skull of a DeathClaw, ready to mow down loyalists across the
Uelind a small peninsular continent to the far west of a larger continental land mass. There 4 kingdoms rule, the Humans, the Elves, the Dwarves and the Eladrin. Within the valley the Humans live their kingdom the youngest established 200 years ago. To their east are the Dwarves of the Silver Ridge mountains having migrated there thousands of years ago they lived beneath the mountains unnoticed until 500 years ago. The Elves and Eladrin the oldest of the kingdoms divided the land 3,000 years ago
10,000 years old the world is still very young and the species there still learning to find their place. Kingdoms rise and fall and a great war broke 5,000 years ago when tensions flaired between the emerging people. Raging for hundreds of years the wars settled and new peace was found but still threats loom over head and wars bubble under the surface.
