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.