Back story fest.

Hi all,

Jay again.

Following James' excellent background write up, it is only right I have a blast. My own personal gaming background goes along with 90% of other gamers; started at GW when I was 12...

Over the years I have played alot of games, I am a notorious hobby butterfly. Once I seen GW as a business model rather than a game provider, I sold every GW item I owned not out of spite, just out of the association said models have with the bitter taste GW left behind.

Currently I am loving Bolt Action, Batman, Dystopian Wars and about to indulge in Frostgrave.

My Frostgrave warband will be lead by none other than Krosh Kladren. A Necromancer desperate to uncover Frostgraves secrets and obtain Transcendence.

I just want to note he had a middle name, also beginning with 'K', but then I realised his initials, coupled with the pointy hats of the cultist models may be misconstrued...

Anyways, to the fluff machine....

Krosh is old, very old. His search for immortality/ transcendence has almost destroyed his body. Once Krosh carried out his quests alone, raising the help he required from the foes he vanquished using the dark arts. Now, past his peak Krosh decided to do the one thing he thought intolerable; he took on an apprentice.

Acolyte Brun Padarn is a young and ambitious sadist. Krosh discovered him, aged thirteen, in the burnt ruins of a convent. All of the clergy and children had perished in the fire, the badly burnt Brun, sole survivor, was to be murdered and reanimated by Krosh to be of use somehow. Krosh however has the ability to see the shades of the dead at all times, sometimes faint glimpses, other times he has trouble distinguishing them from the living. Through this power Krosh was allowed to watch the fire happen all over again, replayed before his eyes as if he were there at the fire's inception. Krosh saw the flames licking out of the windows, interspersed with flailing arms of those trapped inside. The screams were overpowering. Looking to his left, towards the entrance to the convent, he saw a shade of Brun, standing, watching this all unfold. This was unusual thought Krosh, he could see the dead, the living do not leave shades. Glaring at the burnt figure lying before him, he knew he was not mistaken. Once again returning his gaze to Brun's shade, he expected to see a look of fear, perhaps even a stray tear rolling down his cheek, but there was nothing. Brun's shade may aswell have been looking out to sea for all the reaction on his face, perhaps it was shock. The shade of a small girl aged around two years old walked from the burning building unharmed, she was sobbing uncontrollably and in obvious distress. The boy's shade walked over to the little girl and swept her up in his arms. He cooed her and stroked her hair, smiled, and walked into the flames.

With a gasp, Krosh snapped back to reality. Looking at Brun he knew he had found a specimen of true evil. He was almost envious. Quickly he used his dark magic to bring the boy back from the edge of oblivion, a task made much easier by the wealth of tormented souls nearby.

Years on and Krosh has kept Brun at his side and taught him many spells and wards, together they are strong enough to find immortality in the ruins of Frostgrave. But he is always wary of him, remembering that smile, as he walked a young girl to a fiery death, chills even an old Necromancer's bones.