A Holiday Tale from Chamon:
The Kharadron claim that they believe only in the power of the capital and the cunning of a mercantile meritocracy. They tell stories of how their god told them to fend for themselves, and this was the impetus for them to learn grit and self-determination—how they have outgrown the Old Ways and are beholden to no god, creed, or superstition. However this only the official party line.
In the outer rings of the skyports and the below decks of almost any skyvessel of the line, things are different. The old ways persist, and even new stories and myths have emerged as the Age of Chaos turns to the Ages of Sigmar.
One of these stories is of a Duardin of old—ancient in years beyond counting. One night a year, he visits all the skyports in a single evening and delivers presences to good little dorf of various genders. His name is Krås Krüngle.
As the days grow short and the nights grow long, and as forces of chaos stretch out their evil tendrils to ensnare all that is good in Chamon, Krås Krüngle calls forth the fallen Duardin heroes of yore and leads them on a yearly hunt across the heavens. He and his host bring light to the darkness, spreading goodness and cheer across all the skyports by giving gifts to the younglings.
While the Geldraad don't like to admit it, the stories are good for business and so they let the "superstition" go....
I haven't had much time to paint as of late, but I've been working on this conversion for the last week or so. He's built off a Blood Bowl slayer model with plenty of kit bashing and modeling added. He serves no purpose in any army or list—just a bit of whimsy as the days grow short and the nights grow cold.
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