#Brasscrown.

[khaosundivided]

A newcomer at the Fortress, or so comes the news on the wings of a Chaos Fury. Hjallmarr grumbles, and puts down his transcribed book. A tome on machines and edifices...useful, but also enjoyable to read. He doesn’t like his hobby to be disturbed, but duty calls.

The Prince rises and strides through the sinister looking structure he and his forces call home. He could fly, but doesn’t think to, instead walking into the Courtyard to find his generals already there. Even from this distance, he can see them: A tall and broad mass of feathers staring down the resident Bloodthirster, having what can only be unfriendly words with one another. Hjallmarr hurries his stride. Brasscrown might’ve been the cooler side of angry, but that would only last so long.

“ If I wanted to talk to a dog, I would have visited the kennels.” Says the avian daemon, “ Where is the new Prince?”

Brass was snout-to-beak with him immediately, “ None of your business or the Changer’s business, lie-spinner. We already have one bloody bird squawking around here and we do not need another.”

“ Brass,” It was Hjallmarr. Both Greater Daemons looked at him. “ I appreciate your zeal, but if I can talk to the newcomer alone?”

The Bloodthirster looked between the two of them, snorted, then stomped off. Hjallmarr sighed, looking at the newcomer. “ Forgive him-- he gets territorial about his new home--”

“ -- after being kicked from his old one? I can imagine.” Said the Lord of Change, bemused. 

Hjallmarr took his measure. He was even larger up close, his features a mixture of an owl and other raptors of the sky. His plumage was white, with the slightest tint of blue. But there was nothing slight about his eyes, which blazed Tzeentch’s colors. The corners of it’s beak turned up in a grin.

“ A pleasure to finally to meet you, Prince of the Four. I am Xi Ix.”

“ And the Changer sends his warmest regards.”

[alphabitchnkari]

@khaosundivided

Hjallmar is enjoying his own bath when the familiar keeper causally slides in next to him. “So I hear that the Khornates of chaos undivided don’t have to follow daddy’s abstinence rule.”

She eagerly leans forward, resting her arms on the ledge of the pool. “So Brasscrown — what does he taste like? how big is his ‘little axe?’”

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[khaosundivided]

Another day, another project.

This time a collar of Khorne, specially requested by the Daemon Prince himself. Knowing that his leader means to use it in pursuit of a Keeper of Secrets is all the motivation Brass needs to forge it to perfection~

[khaosundivided]

“ If you had to choose between fighting a Lord of Change and a Keeper of Secrets--”

“ The Keeper of Secrets.” Brass responds. He doesn’t so much as pause in his work or turn to look behind him. Hjallmarr deflates. Yeah, should’ve guessed that would be the answer. 

Well, Keeper of Secrets it is then.

[khaosundivided]

Prev

It’s been days, almost a week.

Few know that the prince has gone and that the ‘daemon prince’ they had been talking to was in fact a Lord of Change wearing a very clever disguise. Even Brasscrown had been fooled (though he did note venomously that the Prince of Undivided ‘stunk of magic’. Always charming, Brass.).

But now the true prince was returning, the dark of the night sky hiding him from all but the keenest eye. Such was as he wanted it. A Great Unclean One was already a challenging mark, but add his mysterious god’s gifts into the equation...

Hjallmarr grunted, dragging himself another agonizing step. The scrape of his blade followed each placement of his hooves. Next to the icon of Khorne, the tell-tale three-circle sigil of nurgle burned a sickly green. Hjallmarr didn’t imagine the two daemons would enjoy sharing a room, so to speak.

The Prince tried to focus on the positive. He had succeeded. And he was alive, too, however painfully. Pain. So much pain--

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It hadn’t been the Great Unclean One that mangled his wings or melted away his left arm and even some of his torso. No, that had been the God inside his mind, sharing it’s strange powers. It’s strange, highly destructive powers. The hottest energy he’d ever seen or felt had burned on the tips of claws. It consumed the energy...and caught Hjallmarr, too.

You were not ready, is what the presence had said.

All the same, the presence yearned and hungered and demanded the Greater Daemon’s soul.

Hjallmarr slunks back to his chambers through a series of passages in the Fortress that only he and a few others knew of. Sleep was a mercy, where it finally claimed him. The Daemon Prince never reached the bed, falling instead upon a rug of fine furs...

[khaosundivided]

The Beast Takes a Physical Form after consuming all the shards of Tzeentch, gathered over centuries by the blue scribes.

Hjallmarr meets Malal at last ( @ainlifun ). Seeing where his loyalties lie, his daemons all abandon him.

Hjallmarr overcomes the Magnates and absorbs a Keeper of Secrets into Godsfang. ( @irarium)

After slaying Xi and completing the Godsfang, Hjallmarr is blessed by Malal, God of Anarchy.

Hjallmarr captures the second Greater Daemon spirit: That of a Great Unclean One. He is badly injured from the excursion.

Hjallmarr has captured the recently sundered soul of Z’rughl, the disgraced Bloodthirster, who was defeated at the Battle of the Badlands.

Lords of Change Qhi’Zhek and Xi Ix join the Quaternary.

Brasscrown forges Godsfang for Hjallmarr as his signature weapon. With this blade, the daemon prince can complete the tasks set out before him by the God inhabiting his mind.

Hailing from North of the Old World, Hjallmar is uplifted by the Great Beast of Chaos.

[khaosundivided]

Brass Crown definitely sounds like this

[khaosundivided]

More Brasscrown content. Here we see him bullying some poor Wood Elf.

[khaosundivided]

Thrashblood Brasscrown.

[khaosundivided]

Thrashblood embodies one of the more obscure aspects of Kharneth, and those being determination and Weaponsmithing. Weaponsmithing is a task undertaken by the Furnace-Daemons, a caste of Khornates who rarely, if ever, take to the battlefield. The closest thing they get to it is testing their creations in combat trials; blades, armor, and shields that hold up go on to be hung in the armories while those that break or shatter are melted down and reforged into better versions. A Hellsmith who has too many of their crafts prove defective are deemed defective themselves, ripped from their bodies by the Furnace-Master, and bound to the armory’s weapons as punishment.

While a necessary and respectable trade so that endless war can continue efficiently, the occupation of Furnace-Daemon is not considered suitable for a Bloodthirster, with the exception of the Furnace-Master rank. Thus Brasscrown is “donated” to the Undivided Legions, Khorne seeing a way to be rid of his odd smith-cion and keep an eye on this new Prince. This effectively spells the end of Brass’ ambitions to supplant to Furnace-Master at the time and the end of his career as a Bloodthirster of the 8th Host.

Though his pride is certaintly wounded at being dismissed for Khorne’s sole service, there is a silver lining: Brasscrown is the primary Hellsmith of the Tetra Daemons. And as the only Bloodthirster, no longer does he have the judgmental eyes and jeering words of his brothers to put up with any longer.

[khaosundivided]

#brasscrown watch out

Senses a disturbance in the aethyr

[khaosundivided]

Still hiding amid the trees?

“Hmph.”

[khaosundivided]

@warhammer-fantasy-muses​ asked:

A loud raven caw breaks the silence of Hjallmarr's loneliness, said raven circling above him for a bit before finally descending and landing before him. A brief image of this bird was all he got, before Tzeentchian magic swirled about it, and in a near-instant, its form was replaced with a Lord of Change, its vulture-like head craning and tilting curiously at him."Aaah… truly curious. So this is the new Prince, mmh?" a total of four wings folded along its body, the greater daemon would slowly circle Hjallmarr, head occasionally twitching and tilting like that of a common, curious avian. "Veeeeery interesting..."

“Everyone seems to think so.” Comes Hjallmarr’s guarded response. He had been watching the Chaos Moon, perhaps whispering to it for guidance. The gods had been so quiet after his ascension. So quiet! Had he offended them in some way? He wondered....

After his encounter with the Keeper and with Brasscrown’s...warm welcomes, he was starting to feel a little tense around his fellow High Daemons.

“ Are you here at the behest of the Trickster? Or are you merely here to sate your curiosity, Feathered Lord?” Asks the Prince, aware it was most likely both. Hjallmarr spins in a circle, showing himself off.

“ I’m afraid I’m just like any other daemon prince you’ve seen in all your eons...?” His tone trails off askingly, prompting them for a name.

[alphabitchnkari]

@khaosundivided

“So are you allowed to fuck, or is that still forbidden even under chaos undivided?” A familiar smelling daemonette asks from the rafters of Brasscrown’s den.

[khaosundivided]

how does brasscrown feel about z'ruhgls capture

" Weak. Disgraced. Being imprisoned in one of my fine blades is the best fate that dog could ask for!"