Krasht the Bloodletter - Doomcowgod

Name:

Krasht

Title:

Chosen of Grushk, Bloodletter

Appearance:




Standing slightly over two meters in height, and with 2 foot horns sprouting from his helm, Krasht is a formidable sight. Krasht is bedecked in symbolism of Chaos and War. His bronze-gold armor forever leaks the blood of those he has slain, and the joints of his armor are made of the most worthy skulls he has slain. His axe shines a rusty red, although it was originally grey, its color can no longer be seen beneath the caked blood. His footsteps radiate corruption, and the ground he strides upon recoils at his presence. Nature itself abhors his existance. Plants and trees that he passes by wither and rot, and pestilent fungi and insects follow him like an unnatural vegetative tide.

Equipment:

Krasht wields the double-bladed axe Gorechild, a massive construction of blood and diamond-hard teeth. Krasht wields Gorechild with great skill, and is a truly a terrifying sight in battle rage.

Krasht wears the armor of a Agroshkili champion, armor of bronze and iron, covered in Sigils of death and battle, ever-leaking blood it's wearer has spilt. The armor is fused to Krasht's skin, and is a very formidable defense. The gauntlets of this suit feature claw-like spikes on the fingertips and knuckles.

Krasht also wears a Collar of Fury, stopping any mind-magic from interfering with his Berzerker rage.

Spells and Abilities:

Krasht doesn't have any special abilities per-see, but flies into a Berzerker rage at any prospect of combat. His pain-threshold is non-existent, for he simply does not feel any blow that lands upon him. He lacks strategy or tactics of any sort, but will fight on, long after any normal man would give up.

History:

Krasht's story begins as a farmer. He joined the army, as his father before him, and quickly established himself as a leader of men. When the lands of Lotnia rose to power, led by a formidable General-King, Edroth IV, Krasht was selected for the 8th company of the Agroshkril Legion, the famed (infamous) Suicide Squads. But the Agroshkrili were different than the other Legions. Wearing armor enchanted with the blood of the those they had slain, they were the most feared and detested shock troops at the King's disposal. The King officially stood for peace and purity, but the Agroshkrili were his true goal, devoted warriors as effective as they were intimidating. They were known for being brutal, single-minded butchers, with no remorse, pity, or mercy ever crossing their minds. Krasht however, seemed above the butchery of his other Legion-brothers. He stayed cultured, and refined, even while leading his bloodthirsty brothers on their rampages. Even when Konradal, the Knight Berzerk, perhaps even more bloodthirsty than the Agroshkrili, was given command of the Legion, Krasht remained stalwart and withdrawn. His leadership skills, however, could not be doubted, and he rose swiftly through the ranks of the 8th company, and, as the company had the highest casualty rating of any company in ANY of the King's legions, eventually attained the rank of Captain, answering directly to the Knight Berzerk himself. At this point, Konradal, and many other powerful Generals of Lotnia were bribed, assasinated or seduced by the agents of Urgukar, the Daemon Emperor of Urg'ulakk. Konradal fell into the first category, and his Agroshkrili were called by the Warmaster of Urg'ulakk, Setyr, to the siege of Kosadan, the capital of Lotnia, where Setyr attempted to break the power of Lotnia and kill the king. During the battle, the Agroshkrili lost all restraint, killing, maiming, and burning anything in their way. Konradal was slain in single combat with Edroth. His body however, was taken over by the Daemon Lord Grushk, the Manslayer, who continued to lead the legion in further bloodshed and slaughter across the lands of Lotnia. During those days of slaughter, Grushk spoke much with Krasht, the enigmatic, yet cultured and refined, Captain of the most effective of his Companies. Every defence that Krasht laid, Grushk in turn laid bare, showing Krasht the futility of all but bloodshed and never-ending war. Something awoke within Krasht, and he swore an oath to Grushk, to slay and slay, letting blood flow eternally in his name. When the Traitor Legions met the Loyalists one last time, at the battle for Bloodriver Pass, Krasht led the charge, as a Berzerker completely devoted to Grushk and his never-ending war. His only true goal now was to spill blood and take skulls for Grushk, his Daemon-God. Grushk met Edroth in single combat, and mortally wounded him, but was banished himself. After the defeat of the the Traitor Legions, Krasht was dragged forcibly by the few sane survivors of the Agroshkrili into retreat with the rest of the remnants of the Urg'ulakk forces. However, when the traitor legions reached the western gates of Urg'ualakk, they were cast away in failure. They wandered, and the Agroshkrili and several other legions eventually ended up in the far north, in the lands of Terrora.
In Terrora, Krasht grew angered by the lack of blood that was flowing, and slew nearly all of the surviving Legionaires in a whirlwind of blood and violience. For many years, Krasht journeyed through the wastes of Terrora, killing all he came across. One day, he ventured into a massive cave system, lured by the clamor of battle. A warrior, emblazoned in armor of bones and bronze, fought a horde of Mica-wyrms, gigantic, crystalline beasts with skin harder than steel. The warrior wielded a massive blade, and smote down many of the Wyrms, but was being overwhelmed. Perhaps sensing a kindred spirit, Krasht leapt into the fray. On the first blow of his axe, he shattered the skull of a wyrm, only to have his axe shatter as well. Krasht flew into a rage, and killed several of the wyrms with his bare hands, crushing their skulls and snapping their necks. He then grabbed some of the massive teeth out of the jaws of dead wyrms, and used them as weapons. Flowing with the crystalline blood of the Wyrms, and empowered by Krasht's rage, and his faith in Grushk, the teeth formed into a new axe. Attacked by the two powerful warriors, the few remaining wyrms routed and fled. Krasht stared at the warrior, bedecked in the symbolism of Sacrifice. Hefting his new axe, which he had already christened Gorechild, Krasht marched resolutely toward the warrior, preparing to claim a mighty and worthy skull for Grushk. As he approached however, the warrior spoke.

"Halt, Berzerker. There is no need that we quarrel, for Grushk has other plans for me."

"What do you know of the Manslayer ?" screamed Krasht, infuriated that this.... heathen invoked the name of HIS god.

"I know that you are his Chosen, and that I have need of you, to reunite what remains of the legions, and make those fools in Lotnia and Urg'ulakk pay. My name is Gwydios, and I am the son of Konradal."

Krasht carefully looked upon the warrior, new respect dawning in his eyes. And then he saw it. "YOU BEAR THE MARK OF THE ALLFAVORED!" he exclaimed.

"Yes," spoke Gwydios, "I have been given the gifts of Grushk, Kyeence, Iernan, and Karass, the Brothers Daemon. Now come, Chosen of Grushk, for you and I have much work to do."