[WIP] Lord-Celestant Balon Windswept and Nayogg

Looking forward to painting the pair. Nayogg (the Dracoth) is white/albino, which will be an interesting bit of painting. Probably going to take some super thinned Carroburg Crimson to it and go with a hard white with a little pinkish tint instead of a strict off-white.

Balon will likely get white scales on his cloak/hood to match his Dracoth but his armor and everything else will match the rest of the Canticle.


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[Lore] Lord-Natum Morell Truesight

In his former life Moren Bell was an experienced general for the Elector council of the Jade Kingdom of Verandon. Years of war among the kingdoms took a toll on the old man, and he grew to resent conflict, choosing instead to forsake his duties and leave to the forests to live alone. Within the woods he came to know the sprites and messengers of Allarielle, and gave them gifts so that she may grant him permission to hunt and live off of her land. In return for his generosity and respect, he was granted a small pet owl and hounds to assist him in his hunts.

Years passed for Moren as time began to gain ground on his body. It was about that time that the ambassadors of Nurgle came forth through the forests seeking to speak with the representatives of the Jade Kingdoms. The ambassador stumbled upon Moren’s cottage in the woods and offered him a respite from the weary world, a new body and immortality. The winters were long on his old bones, and surely he only had a few more seasons of hunting left in him before he would perish and starve.

Moren thought long and hard upon the offer before requesting a moment to gather his old thoughts, he returned inside his cottage and threw open his chest, donning his garb and armor from his days as a general and even hefting his mighty claymore upon his shoulder.

When the door slammed open the Nurgle ambassador was cut down immediately by the mighty blade, accompanied by a cry of pain from Moren. Each swing cost him dearly as his frail body betrayed him, and eventually the ambassador’s guards finished him. With a dying breath Moren screamed out a cry of defiance upon the green wind.

His defiance was met with destruction, as the Nurgle followers ravaged his cottage, burning it to the ground in anger, killing every animal and fairie and treefolk they could find. The assault and fires drew the notice of the Verandonites however, and they readied themselves for defense ahead of the inevitable onslaught. Moren’s bravery had bought them precious hours with his sacrifice that allowed them to stand defiantly against Nurgle’s attacks to come.

On the green wind the soul of Moren Bell echoed, lost, as it wove in and out of the magic of life, its final cry of defiance letting all know its presence. Sigmar heard his defiance and saw the echo of the memory and gripped the mighty warrior’s soul and slammed him upon his anvil. Reforged anew, Moren Bell became Lord Morell, and was granted a membership in the Emerald Canticle to exact revenge upon his hated foes. As an added gift, Allarielle herself even granted the soul of his fallen owl to Sigmar, so he could be reforged alongside his owner. This beast was granted an innate link to the green wind as a boon, and through it Morell can truly see chaos wherever it may hide.

So it was that Moren Bell, now Lord Morell Truesight, was cast down upon the realms of Ghyran as part of the Second Verse of the Emerald Canticle.

Their song is the song of life.

His song is the song of defiance.

[Lore] Lord-Natum Kallen Woodbinder

The Age of Chaos wrought hell upon the Mortal Realms, and the men of Ghyran suffered the most under the perpetual plagues and anguishes of the soulboils that Nurgle brought upon them. Kal Woods was a humble apothecary, spending his days in his wooded retreat brewing all manner of potions, poisons, and salves to heal any wounds he would come upon. Long were his treks through the wooded glades of Ghyran, and many were his friends among the woodfolk and Sylvaneth that he came upon. More still was his status upon the outlying villages and cities who sought this wandering medicine man’s gifts as he brought them cures for whatever ailed them.

So it was when Nurgle came marching upon the realm that the people of Ghyran began to march to the top of the mountain to find Kal Woods’s hut. The first boils were simple, seeming like normal plague spread by beast upon man, but no salve or curate would bring them the relief from the pain. Each day another potion or drought, each day another death. Man after man, woman after woman, perished to the strange sicknesses.

Soon it was that even Kal himself found his body failing him as his skin grew sickly and pallid. He had become so lost in his work he hadn’t opened his eyes to the sickness in himself, or the destruction outside. As he exited his home he realized the staggering crowds of sick and dying that lay about his hut, the number of dead piled, and the horrors he could see just down the horizon as Nurgle’s crusaders lay waste to Ghyran.

The simple apothecary coughed, shook his head, and returned to his work, singing and humming some tune of faith, of hope, of truth. Sadly Kal perished to Nurgle’s soulblights far before he found a cure, and what remained of his soul continued that song upon the green wind.

It was there Sigmar found him and rescued him from the maw of chaos. Struck upon the anvil he was reborn as Kallen Woodbinder and would be gifted status within the Emerald Canticle to lead their men as a Lord-Natum. Through him and his mastery of the green wind, souls would be stolen from chaos and death and driven home to Azyr to be reforged and reborn again.

So it was that Kal Woods, now Lord Kallen Woodbinder, was cast down upon the realms of Ghyran as part of the First Verse of the Emerald Canticle.

Their song is the song of life.

His song is the song of hope.