Drychil Bloodmourn
Drychil takes two Hero choices, and may be used in any army, except Skaven, High Elves, Dwarves and Bretonnia. You can't have both Drychil and the Wolf Legion in your army. Drychil costs 205 pts.
Drychil was a member of the Wolf Legion, and one of the best friends of Zilidar. Normally, Dark Elves distrust each other, but the Wolf Legions had learned to trust their brothers-in-arms.
Drychil had a silky, black, almost dark blue, hair, and observing eyes of purest silver. He is thin, long and elegant elf, master in the use of his two claw-blades.
Drychil's story is a dramatic one, a story of broken friendship and trust. And where our story begins, is an underground lair of Skaven, vicious rat-people..
Drychil cut another of the Skaven in two, forcing others to back off. "ZILIDAR!" he screamed in vain. No-one heared. The Legions had been ambushed by the Rat-men when they were seeking shelter in this cave. The Legions had fought their way back from the rat's lair. Just before Drychil could escape, the tunnel had been collapdes, blocking his escape. Now he fought a desperate battle against the Rat-Men, trying to keep on fighting until Zilidar would come to his rescue. He was coming, wasn't he? Soon, the rocks that had collapsed would been moved and Zilidar's elves would pour in, kill the Skaven and escape.
Drychil broke the jawbone of one black-furred Skaven with his feet, stabbed another in it's throat and parried few blows. He cut another of those tiny creatures in two and blocked a blow with his dagger. His shield had been lost, it melted down when he used it to block a strange globe of some unknown acid.
Drychil fought for his life. Eventually, he tired. And eventually, he lost consciousness. They never came. They had abandonned him. They had left him to die. They had betrayed him. He had saved Zilidar's life multiple times. And now, they had left him to die in this foul, rat-infested cave.
When Drychil awoke, he was taped in a wooden table, that had been lift, so that he could see the room he was in, just like he had stood on his own two feet. It was a dark room, but Drychil's dark sensitive eyes could soon see normally. There was three tables as he could see: all full of chemicals and potions. Knives, weapons, daggers, all manner of tools of torture. Drychil gulped. Now he knew what it felt to be captured by Corsairs and brought at Hag Graef or Karond Kar as a slave.
A dark figure appeared. He wore ragged robes and picked up one of the knives. "Yes-yes. An elf, Rikkit likes-likes elves", the creature joyfull stated. Drychil embraced for what would become. Never before he had felt such pain as he would now..
Six years. Six long years in the Skaven's outpost. Every day, they brough him to "play" with his new masters. Every evening, they gave him some foul warp-spawned liquid to drink, that healed his wounds, but would not take away the pain. Instead, it increased it. He could not sleep, his whole being cried in agony. Sometimes, at his more sane moments, he could hear the hideous laughter of his rat prisoner guards. They laughed at him. They laughed, how they had broken him. His hatred grew, day by day, his rage feeded upon his soul. Every day, his psyche was broken and stomped, like a mirror it was shattered to thousands and thousands of fragments. Every day, his mad babbling and self-chatter was written down by Skaven scribes. Every day, his mind developed new kind of substances to numb the pain, when adrenaline was not enough anymore.
One day, he had enough. His body and mind could not take it anymore. With little intellect he had left, he acted like he had died. When the guards came, he strangled them, snapped their necks and stole their swords. He stumpled upon his torture chamber and killed his tormentor. He stole a pair of claws, akin to those used by assassins, that mimiced animal's claws. Cutting left and right, he escaped in blood-fury, killing everyone in his path. In his mad frenzy, he slew Rat-Ogres, Skaven and Mutants. He noticed, that where he gazed, Skaven turned their eyes away, and those who didn't, were turned into madmen. At last he escaped to the surface.
There was only one tought in his mind: revenge. He will fight for anyone, hoping to some day meet Zilidar and kill him in battle.
Drychil Bloodmourn:
M5 WS5 BS4 S4 T3 I5 W3 A2 Ld10
Equipment: The Painbringer Claws, Amulet of Distruption and Light Armour.
Magic Items:
The Painbringer Claws:
These Claws are not of Skaven origin, instead they were made by a Slaaneshian Wizard. They bring extreme pain wherever they strike, cutting not flesh, but the minds and souls of those they hit. Thus, they do not exist in the Mortal Plane, but in thousands of different planes. This way, they are able to strike agony unimaginable by the creatures of this world.
The Painbringers Claws count as Two Hand Weapons. Any opponents Hit by the Claws must take a Leadership test. If they fail, they cannot attack the next round due to immense pain burning in their veins. If the test is passed, the foe suffers damage as normal. Units Immune to Psychology Immune to this effect, and suffer damage as normal. In addition, the sharp razor edges of the Claws confer their Bearer +1 To Wound.
Amulet of Distruption:
A simple, bronze talisman with a uncut gem set into it's exact centre. This artifact distrupts Warp itself, making it's flow unbalanced and causing small tremors in it.
Wizards within 6" suffer a Miscast on a Roll of any Double. Daemons in Base Contact suffer a -1 Ld when they take their Instability Tests.
Special Rules:
Tormented:
Drychil was tortured by Skaven for seven years, and is resistant to pain. His mind has developed incredible ways to delay pain longer. Drychil can only be Wounded by a roll of four or more in Close Combat, unless this would normally be higher. In addition, he is Frenzied and Hates all Skaven and members of Zilidar's Wolf Legion, including Zilidar himself. Because of his nearly lost memory, he doesn't Hate High Elves. Drychil will never lose his Frenzy, even when beaten in Close Combat.
Well of Damnation:
The eyes of Drychil are deep pits of madness and insanity. Not many dare to look at his eyes, for they reflect his gnawed soul. In his eyes, there is no morality or sense of ethics. Only pure, self-devouring hatred and bloodlust.
Drychil causes Terror. In addition, all enemies within 12" take -1 to their Leadership.
