Nubungki

Guntrek changed his way of life in order to keep me alive through my childhood, to help me survive to adulthood. He was a ranger, his life was in the mountains hunting down orcs and trolls. The marshes took his friend’s life. He was never sure if bein’ sent after me by his captain saved his life, or cost his friends in the Dragonback Mountains theirs. The death of Harwin drove him into an inward loneliness. That loneliness was the thing that bound us the most. After some time he realized the feeling he felt was one that had been with me my whole life. Only upon that realization did he begin to talk to me more and to teach me what he knew. He was still rough with his words, but he tried to break the spell that separated us, yet bound us.

One last minion of Chaos lurks in the Badlands, manipulating the greenskins into attacking the dwarfs with unrestrained zeal. A champion of Tzeentch hides far away from the Oathbearer’s hoping to elude their gaze, but Ulrek finds all that wishes to be unseen.