"It is Grydal, Lord of the Snaegr, who calls upon Urlfdaemonkin, for tomorrow we ride to war - and under the moon of Urlf I ask for Daemon-blessing..."
Grydal, Exalted Daemon of Khorne and the Scourge of the South[1]
Grydal, the "Scourge of the South," was a great Norscan tribal chieftain and Chaos Champion who became an Exalted Daemon of Khorne through a bargain made with his ancestor, the Daemon Prince of Khorne Urlfdaemonkin.
History[]
Grydal was the chieftain of the Norscan Snaegr tribe, and a direct descendent of Urlfdaemonkin, a mighty Daemon Prince who they worshipped as a god. The Snaegr were preparing for war, and under the fell "Moon of Urlf," Grydal saw a chance to gain great power. Summoning his ancient forefather, he asked the Daemon Prince of Khorne to grant him his blessing, allowing him to ride to war as an avatar of destruction.[1]
The deal was made, and the lord of the Snaegr stepped forth into the runic circle. Urlf reached out a massive claw and touched Grydal's forehead, and a sudden rush of power sent Grydal flying through the air as if struck by a bolt of lightning. He rose from the ground, his head pounding and his muscles aching with an agony a hundred times worse than any axe stroke he had ever suffered.[1]
Urlf was gone and the ground was blackened as if by fire. Grydal noticed a bitter taint to the air that he had never smelled before. Every eye in the tribe was upon him and every mouth silently agape.[1]
Grydal's mighty axe lay where it had fallen and he reached out to take it, noticing for the first time the furrow of exposed flesh that ran across his forearm in the crude shape of a skull -- the Mark of Khorne. His hands closed around the axe -- hands that were his own and yet no longer the strong, broad hands that he had borne. These were black and scaly with long taloned fingers, claws very like those of Urlfdaemonkin.[1]
As Grydal grasped the axe he felt a surge of energy within his breast and his head cleared. He rose to his full height -- seemingly greater than before -- and looked upon his tribe with a new sense of purpose. He felt strong, he felt powerful, and he knew he carried the blessing of his god as well as his mark. The newborn Exalted Daemon raised the axe above his head and roared. The bargain had been made...[1]
Sources[]
- 1: Warhammer Armies: Hordes of Chaos (6th Edition), pg. 9