10/26- In midst of incorporating TK and VC profile. Heldenhammer almost finished (kindle died) while Drachenfels is finished. Von Carstein series, Tomb of the Serpent Queen and (optional) Zombieslayer, Cure of the Necrarchs and Ancient Blood are left.
The Nameless (
Constant Drachenfels)
Mobility: 8
(Flying, ethereal spirit)
Training: 6
(Amnesia) ; 10 (Memory restored)
Max Range: Dozens
of Kilometers
Preferred Range: ^^^
“'I am like that girl
in many ways. I need to take from others to continue. But she can merely take a
little new blood. Her kind are short-lived. A few thousand years, and they grow
brittle. I can renew myself eternally, taking the stuff of life from those I
conquer. You are privileged, boy. I'm going to let you look at my face.'
He took off his mask.
Oswald forced himself to look. The prince screamed at the top of his lungs,
disturbing the dead and the dying of the fortress, and the Great Enchanter
laughed.
'Not so pretty, eh?
It's just another lump of rotten meat. It is I, Drachenfels, who am eternal. I
who am Constant. Do you recognize your own nose, my prince? The hooked, noble
nose of the von Konigswalds. I took it from your ancestor, the loathesomely
honourable Schlichter. It's worn through. This whole carcass is nearly at its
end. You must understand all this, my prince, because you must understand why I
intend to let you kill me.'
Of all the Motrarchs
the Nameless may be both the most mysterious and the most powerful. Its name
and its identity are a mystery to it, forgotten thanks to a recent defeat. Out
of desperation to be remembered it has joined Nagash on the sole condition its
identity is restored. Now, along with Vlad von Carstein, it leads the Undead
Legion’s effort to styme the advance of Chaos in the North.
Yet, although it has no knowledge of its identity, others
(and the reader) does. Known as the Great Enchanter of the Misty Mountains, the
being known as Drachenfels was born 15,000 years ago in the midst of a great
Ice Age. It was the Warhammer equivalent of a Neanderthal and lived its first
incarnation as a primitive nomad in the days before either the Old Ones or
Chaos had come to the planet. However after becoming sick while in old
age he was left out in the wilderness to die by his tribe. He feigned death by
exposure, and when one of his tribe came close him somehow (unknown even to
himself) managed to kill the man and absorbed his life energy. Ever since then
Drachenfel has found that when his physical body decays he can regenerate by
absorbing the life of another.
Drachenfels has lived now for 15,000 years. His goals seem
to be motivated by boredom rather than anything else . Each time he attacks the outside world, he
does so merely out of boredom. He usually takes plenty of captives back, which
he tortures or otherwise "plays with" in abominable ways before
consuming their souls and using their flesh to keep himself spry. Cities, nations and countless lives have
perished to his whims. Since he tends to completely destroy anything he
attacks, the only recorded incidents involving him in history are times that he
was beaten or for some reason chose to spare the conquered. Indeed, so far it
seems Sigmar is the only being who has beaten his armies in combat thus far. It
took Drachenfels 1000 years to regenerate from this defeat.
When he came back he continued his dickish shenanigans,
sacking cities such as Parravon and then
faking his repentance. He put on
an elaborate PR campaign of using the wealth from Parravon to pay reparations
to the victims that had escaped his castle, and plead for forgiveness at the
graves of those whose bodies had been recovered. After the dimwitted public
accepted that he'd turned to good he invited the entire court of the Emperor to
a feast at his castle. He served them wine laced with paralyzing poison, then
laid an elaborate feast out in front of them which he ate very slowly to the
sounds of their children as they were tortured to death just below.
“Oswald glanced at the
central panels of the hanging and slashed out with his sword. The entire dusty
tapestry fell and lay on the floor like a fen-worm's cast-off skin. Menesh
touched his torch to it and in an instant the fire spread along its length. The
next tapestry, a group portrait of the certain dreaded gods, caught too.
'Very clever, stunted
lackwit,' spat Veidt. 'Burning us up now, is it? That makes a change from the
traditional dwarfish knife in the small of the back.'
The dwarf pulled his
knife and held it up. Veidt had his dart pistol out. There were fires all
around them.
'A traitor, eh? Like
dead-and-damned Ueli?'
'I'll give you
dead-and-damned, scavenger!'
Menesh stabbed up, but
Veidt stepped out of the way. Flames reflected in the bounty hunter's dark
eyes. He took careful aim.
'Enough!' Oswald
cried. 'We've not come this far to fall out now.'
'Veidt cries Ñtraitor'
too much,' Rudi said sourly. 'I trust no one who can be bought as easily.'
The outlaw heaved his
sword up and Veidt turned again.
'Ethics from a bandit,
that's rich-'
'Better a bandit than
a trader of corpses!'
'Your corpse is hardly
worth the seventy-five gold crowns the Empire has offered for it.'
The pistol came up.
The sword wavered in the air.
'Kill him and be done
with it,' said Menesh.
This was like Veidt,
and like the hot-tempered Rudi. But Menesh had been quiet until now, dodging
Veidt's taunts with good humour. Something was working on them. Something
unnatural. Genevieve staggered forward as someone landed on her back, pushing
her face to the floor.
'Hah! Dead bitch!'
Erzbet's noose was
about her neck and drawing in. She had taken her by surprise. Genevieve had to
struggle to brace her hands against the flagstones, to give herself the
leverage to heave Erzbet off her. The wire constricted. The assassin knew her
business: beheading would work, all right. Immortality is so fragile:
beheading, the hawthorn, silver, too much sunÅ
Genevieve got her hand
under her, palm flat against the stone and pushed herself up. Erzbet tried to
ride her like an unbroken pony, her knees digging into the ribs. Genevieve
corded her neck muscles and forced breath down her windpipe.
She heard the wire
snap and felt Erzbet tumble from her seat. She stood and struck out. The other
woman took the blow heavily and fell. Erzbet rolled on the floor and came up, a
knife in her hand. Did it gleam silver like Ueli's?
'The dead can die,
leech woman!'
Genevieve felt the
urge to kill. Kill the stinking living slut! Kill all these warmblood bastard
vermin! Kill, kill, KILL!
'Fight it,' shouted
Oswald. 'It's an attack, an enchantment!'
She turned to the
prince. Whoreson noble! Sister-raping, wealth-besotted scum! Drenched in
perfume to cover the stench of his own ordure!
Oswald held her,
shaking her by the shoulders.
Blood! Royal blood!
Rich, spiced, hot-on-the-tongue, youthfully-gushing blood!
The vein throbbed in
his throat. She took his wrists in her strong hands, feeling their pulses. She
heard his heart beating like a steady drum and saw him as a student of anatomy
might a dissected corpse. Veins and arteries laid through flesh and over bone.
The blood called to her.
How long since she had
fed? Properly?” –Drachenfels illusions
A descendent of one of these children let go to spread the
news would later hire a bunch of mercenaries to kill him. This failed, with
most members dying cruel and spectacular deaths. Eventually only Oswald, the
descendent, and the Vampire Genève remained. Genève was knocked out and the
terrified Oswald was led into a deal with Drachenfels, who had decided he
wanted to screw over the entire Empire. Drachenfels would allow Oswald to kill
him, and in return Oswald
would become a hero and put on a paly a couple
decades later, inviting every elector count to it.
The most important individuals in the Empire attended, as
well as the newly crowned Karl Franz and his son Luitpold II. The
production was hindered by many spooky incidents, not the least of which was
the eccentric behavior of the actors. As would be expected, Drachenfels
returned to life during the play and slaughtered a fair number of the audience
and cast. Genevieve and the director of the play, Detlef Sierck, were blessed
by Sigmar and dealt a killing blow to Drachenfels . They thought they
killed him for good, however, as it turned out, Drachenfel’s identy was lost
and he was reduced to a bodiless spirit. When Nagash made a deal, Drachenfels
was desperate enough to accept.
In combat the Nameless specializes in mind controlling large
groups of living people. However unlike other, traditional forms of
mind control Drachenfels only seizes the physical aspects of the brain-
mentally, the victims are fully aware of what is going on only unable to stop
it. Given that Drachenfels still has the same personality as before, he then
precedes to do horrible things to them. One day he might decide he wants his
army to march under flesh banners, and thus skins alive dozens to create
enough. The next day he decides he wants bone banners, and thus has his men
pull out their own bones to create one.
Offensive:
Drachenfels in his current incarnation can take control of hundreds,
potentially thousands of people at once and force them to serve as soldiers.
These soldiers are described as moving awkwardly and are described as puppets,
being less skilled in combat then if they could move themselves. The strong of
mind, like Vlad and Gelt, can resist this.
“Captain Driest
staggered to his feet. He made no conscious effort to do so, for his thoughts
were still frozen in terror, but he rose all the same, jerky and uncoordinated.
All around him he could see other men rising and through his haze of panic
noted their confused expressions matched his own. He heard whispers in his
mind, the commands of a sonorous voice whose will would not be denied. Unbidden
Driest’s legs stumbled forward, carrying him back to Auric Bastion. Others came
with him, their movements as clumsy as
his own, their actions guided by a creature no longer used to the limitations
of physical form.”
Prior to his memory loss he was a master daemonologist(capable
of rivaling even Greater Daemons with his mastery of control), master necromancer
and enchanter. He specialized in driving enemies insane and getting them to
kill each other, and in addition his enchantments lasted after death, ensuring
he could torture his foes for hundreds of years. Any he consumes he can gain knowledge from.
Defense: Is an ethereal
spirit of immense power and has defensive spells.
====ADDITIONAL
FACTORS===
Drachenfels is a bored sadist who believes the Chaos Gods
are insufficiently evil for his tastes. He is a master of psychological warfare
and torture, and his fellow Mortrarchs do not trust him (for good reason) yet
are wary as his power dwarfs any save Nagash. Only time will tell what will
happen if the Nameless discovers his former identity…..
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