Hakka the Aesling

"From the West came the brazen-armoured warriors of Hakka the Aesling, his axe-men drawn up in brutal column, each accompanied by packs of blood-crazed gorespawn and flayed hounds snapping at their leashes."

- The warhird of Hakka makes its way to the battle of K'datha

Hakka the Aesling was a Chaos champion of Khorne hailing from the land of Norsca, as many devotees of Khorne do. A frenzied berserker by reputation, many foes had fallen to the whirlwind fury of his twin battle-axes, their skulls made to garland the Throne of Khorne. In the Year of the Crow, in the Sixth Reign of the Black Moon by the Norscan reckoning, Hakka emerged from Norsca, travelling eastwards towards the Kurgan lands and the dreaded city of Zanbaijin on the plateau of K'datha with his mighty warband of berserkers and bloody beasts to answer the call of war that no Northman, be they Aesling, Graeling or Varg, could deny; war at the pleasure of the Chaos Gods. With the call to war tugging at his mind and soul, the Norscan wasted no time in heeding the summons of his god. Feeling the breathe of Chaos upon his nape and the promises of the gods ringing in his ear, Hakka, like many champions and warlords of the North, bestirred himself for battle.

Zanbaijin -- the ancient city older than the race of Men itself, which had long served as an arena for the favoured champions of Chaos to prove themselves worthy of the favour of their masters. By the ancient traditions of the Norse, Kurgan and Hung, the victor of the great battle fought at Zanbaijin would become master of the warbands of those he had vanquished. The fame of such a warlord would travel far in the northern wastes, drawing untold thousands to his war banner with the promise of glory and battle to come. Hakka was the first to arrive, battling his way from the maelstrom of conflict that had been ignited in Norsca by the call of the gods, as tribes began to rekindle their ancient rivalries and unpaid Wergilds in order to prove their might before the Dark Gods, and also against the Kurgan tribes as he and his warband strove to reach K'datha. Then from the east and south rode Hakka's adversaries; Sargath of the Kurgan, champion of Slaanesh and Urak Soulbane, devotee of Tzeentch. The three armies, representing their very respective deities, came into battle with each-other. While the fury of Hakka and his berserkers was unmatched, it was countered by the sheer numbers of Sargath's host, who eagerly spitted themselves on the swords and axes of the Norsemen in unholy bliss, and by the powerful magics of Soulbane's acolytes. Thus, the three armies were locked in a bloody stalemate, while their masters looked on with interest from the realms beyond flesh.