Mierce Miniatures: Vier neue Banelords
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Standing with Galhwch Lladd Llaw amongst the human warriors of Gwynedd are yet more of Gwaelod, Dyndreigiau of fire and savagery of which Gwyddol is but one, revered kin of the dragons and wakened to anger through the devastation wrought by the barbarians across the seas. Gwyddol himself cares little for humans and their short, capricious lives but he can see the reasoning behind the alliance of Cadwaladr and Gwyddno Garanhir, for the Dyndraig may be powerful but they are also few: and what, then, if the hated Norse and the brutal Fomoraic destroyed what little remains of the Brythoniaid if not a descent upon tranquil Gwaelod and the plunder of its lands and its treasures and its inhabitants? Thus it is that Gwyddol lends his might and his blade and the flames within him to Cadwaladr’s cause, and in time, he thinks, he may well see the humans as his ancestors saw them, as allies of dragon-kind.
Alongside Órorqaan his Gultain and the Srónax led by that brutal warrior, Qqolaan lends his barbarous strength and booming roar to the destroyer’s armies in their inexorable march south and east from the icy lands around Toraigh, a strength born of an existence marked only by war. Throughout his battle-scarred years in Baalor’s servitude – year upon year of shieldwall-breaking and skull-splitting and obdurate might in the forefront of the carnage – Qqolaan has slaughtered countless enemies of the ice both weak and tough and endured wounds and hardships only the Srónax can bear, at least for any length of time; and those hard-won scars have ensured that it is he that carries the skull and the banner for the Eye and stands with it in the battle-line, where it both inspires the brutal warriors that fight with him and dismays those who must fight against him, so much so that when Qqolaan and the Srónax are abroad many choose to confront lesser beast-men amongst the Fomoraic.
The will of Ophius is such that the Gorgonars are almost exclusively in thrall to his ultimate desire: the extinction of the Atalantes and their lands, a lust for vengeance upon their former masters that only brutalised slaves could sustain. Others of the Khthones may favour a search for lands they can call their own, or covet the wealth of kings and priests, or even wish for simple freedom itself, but Issithill knows that the Atalantes would simply create more slaves, more menials to debase and imprison until their dying breath if the Khthones departed Atalantia entirely. To him, and indeed all of Ophius‘ kin, the Atalantes must be utterly destroyed if their unspeakable horrors are not to be repeated, and so he ensures the Gorgonars never forget their origins nor their destiny; for Issithill bears the Gorgonikon, the totem that displays for all to see the crime against nature the Atalantes have perpetrated.
Carn Dhu, the black fortress at the heart of Kernow’s betrayal, skulks on an impregnable promontory of granite that dominates the coast and the lands around it and not least because of its lord, the brutal Carrowek, who serves Kernunnos as only the Kernowek can. A War-Drune of grotesque proportion so blessed by his god for his unblinking servitude and unthinking ferocity and beloved of Euryalia for his unswerving loyalty, Carrowek controls great swathes of his lands and influences much more through simple reputation and the power of his retinue, for he commands Ax-Drunes and Sword-Drunes and Chain-Drunes in numbers no other lord of Kernow ever could: yet the fear he inspires in the Seaxans and the Norse and indeed any who would dare to prick the realm of Ker-Ys whilst he lives ensures he is ever abroad with his mighty host, seeking to quench his ravenous thirst for battle and blood and slaughter in the Horned God’s name.
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