Mortkin


 * "Surrender Von Raukov to me, or I will crush your city. All of Volganof will die. I swear to the gods your suffering will be great. You have a single day to decide your fate."


 * - Lord Mortkin

Lord Mortkin, also known as the Black-Iron Reaver, was the leader of the mighty Chaos host known as the Fell Legion and a great king of the Norscans. Many are the rumours of him, the sagas sung to his glory by the skald chanters of the Norse. In some tales, he is the son of a bloodthirsty warrior king, fathered by his union with daemon succubus and born under a blood-red sky. Another that he was a chieftain of the tribes, beguiled by the lure of power. In this tale, the barbarian returned from a mighty raid covered in glory and the favour of the gods, yet he sought more. When the man who was Lord Mortkin ventured into the true north, he was changed beyond all recognition.

History
Whatever his previous life, Lord Mortkin won great renown in the twilight lands. Time passes strangely near the great rift and perhaps even years, decades or even centuries passed. In that time, he continued his search for even greater challenges than those he had overcome in the mortal world: he cast down the Leprous Council, foul Sorcerers of Nurgle, he bound Skulex the Great - fiercest of the Fire Dragons - to his will through trickery and lies, bested a two-headed giant in a contest of strength and fought Valkia the Bloody to a standstill, earning the grudging respect of Khorne's shieldmaiden. The Chaos Gods clearly favoured him and many were the warriors of Norsca who joined him. Yet despite the glory he gained, the power he was granted, or the honour he was afforded in the halls of the northern kings,  the Black-Iron reaver snak occasionally into a despondant gloom - perhaps feeling a pang for his lost humanity, a tug from earlier years of a life he left behind.