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[skxrbrand]

he broke your hip??? youre gettin old skarb!

" I was already damaged."

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[skxrbrand]

Skarbrand's Voice Actor. He doesn't sound at all what I expected him to sound like and he is painfully British. Was thinking about using him for Skarb's human form, but no. Never.

British aside, it doesn't at all match the look I've chosen.

Not gonna do Kratos because that's too obvious. Don't care for Buldvist's voice either? Maybe Yurgir? He's even talking about Skulls...

Tried to remove the music from the scene but that was only so successful. Anyway, enjoy my edit!

[skxrbrand]

lmao might have skarb hang out in the mortal cities for a while. cults are hard to find and since he's not near any (or many) sources of corruption atm, he'll have to sleep and eat again :^)

[skxrbrand]

43 for Man-brand. My mage has already (regrettably) met N'Kari, so why not meet another big demon in human disguise? @stories-from-the-warp

043.   a building abandoned during construction . // @als-rp-hub

Mortals didn't fare well in deserts, yet that is where Skarbrand found the first settlement of Mortals he came upon. The City of Sudenburg, once under the Arabyan crown and now in the clutches of Empire. Skarbrand made a mental note to double back and raze it for that fact alone. He also didn't care much for how the inhabitants look at him, almost as if he weren't wearing a guise.

At least they had the good sense to turn away when he returned their stares though. That gave him some small satisfaction.

But mortal fear was not what he was after. Every city, town, or hamlet, no matter how small, had a devoted chaos cult hiding among them. And hiding well. The Reaper, who had been searching for hours now with no sign of any cultist of the Four, began to grow frustrated. It wouldn't do to slaughter indiscriminately here, however, so the Reaper retreated to a yet-unfinished portion of the city on it's fringes.

One large edifice is where he hid himself, cursing in Dhar. The guise had not dampened his senses, though, and he both smell the mage -- scent and magic both -- who had apparently followed him.

" Aethyr wielder." He growled into the open air. " I smell you. Come out! You have been caught."

[skxrbrand]

[skxrbrand]

The runaway warrior had eventually turned to face Skarbrand, but that proved to be folly. Killing him deftly, the chaos steed he had sat astride had proven itself more sensible. When it's rider was dead, it had galloped off, leaving the Reaper to follow it's hoofprints. It had taken hours (mortal bodies were so tiny and so slow), but he'd found the main camp.

He stood at the treeline, cloaked against the dark of night. The ground dipped into a pit, one filled with men, beastkin, lesser daemons, horses, and of course, corpses. But not strewn about. No, they were being tossed in the center, with yet-to-be dead captives held for slaughter. Brazen Standards betrayed the host as being one of his father's own: fellow Khornates.

The Chaos Lord wasn't hard to spot, even among similarly red-clad warriors. What he sought to do was no mystery either; very clearly, this mortal, this fool, was out to summon something from the Otherworld. Skarbrand sneered.

He stalked around the lip of the trees, listening at the Champion spoke. Heretics from the South, he stated. False idols in the City of the Wolf.

" Then why not slay them yourself?" The Reaper rumbled over the Champion's impassioned sermon. All eyes turned to him. Skarbrand's gaze never fled the cape-wearing champion. " Are you afraid? A coward? Certaintly, there are cowards in your midst."

The Reaper tossed the head of the horseman to the Champion's feet.

" Kharneth does not suffer craven warriors. And Daemons do not the bidding of weak mortal men."

No more words were traded then. Only axe blades, only blood.

[skxrbrand]

Out and about, but in his rarely used man-forme. No frivolity is this-- Skarbrand merely wished to see if what if Khazaan had reported was correct. Even now, daemons are relatively rare on untainted land, and so it was the Cults nestled in the cities and towns of men that he would observe.

Chaos cults had as much enmity as proper chaos daemons, but unlike daemons, they were much more readily observed.

[skxrbrand]

The Reaper had hunkered down within Wyrmskull, waiting. Waiting for the tell-tale sound of heavy paws on sand and hungry growling. For the sound of Flesh Hounds, for Karanak, the swiftness of the pack.

On his finger, an enchanted ring, one that would allow him to do what he’d sought to all these long months: take a mortal form. So long as it was being worn, anyway, the band of rune-scarred gold blending well with the rest of the few brass accoutrements that Khornate daemons allowed themselves.

But there was no great Hound to bring him to heel for his transgressions. It was a week of Skarbrand fortifying himself (not afraid, definitely not afraid--) within him home before the Reaper even entertained the idea that perhaps he hadn’t broken one of Kharneth’s rules. Or perhaps he did, and the Blood God simply hadn’t cared. Or perhaps he hadn’t known? Lately, Skarbrand hadn’t felt his father’s eyes upon him since the incident with the Tempter.

Setting his hound loose to guard the abode, Skarbrand sought the magic of the ring and felt the Weave of the Winds wind about his body. It was not a pleasant experience, being squashed and wrenched down into the shape of a man. When his eyes refocused he was a little less than half his height, the skull in which he lived appear much more massive.

No wings, no claws, no tail stubby as it was. No hooves or horns. For the second time, the Reaper found himself in a body that wasn’t quite his own, feeling the world as mortals felt it. Hot, coarse sand on his skin, along with the chill of the desert at night. He was still a tall man; the goal hadn’t been to be inconspicuous. Running his hand along his reddish skin, he found no blood there. No hard brass, but still, no blood.

...He also found that he was quite naked. Skarbrand looked about himself, his eyes fastening onto the wings of the Bloodthirster he and N’kari had taken down together.  Onto the tough membranes holding the wing together; that could work.

[skxrbrand]

Skarbrand can’t deny the practicality of being able to move among humans. Still, for daemons who do this for fun and no other reason, he has nothing but judgement.

He doesn’t appreciate being called an Ogre however.

[skxrbrand]

KHAZAAN WHEN HE SEES MANBRAND

[skxrbrand]

do you have a wishlist of things you wanna write?

Interactions with other Bloodthirsters

Other chaos Daemons Period, especially Greater Ones

More Manbrand

Think it would be cool if Skarbrand eventually let Khazaan and Kha'xanzyr free

Skarbrand being someones patron

Skarbrand vs his own spawn (God of war vibes BIG)

Actually wanted to pick up Ograx as a muse or maybe make a Beastfiend OC that's half Bloodthirster

Some pre-exile Skarbrand stuff

Some Realm of Chaos campaign concurrent stuff

Skarbrand x Other fantasies

Maybe dabble in some Age of Sigmar

Re-write the Malekith vs Skarbrand fight

More battles ofc