Rorrhak the Accursed, emissary for The Great Unification , sent to @delgdeathaxe
Thanks @MichaelX for setting up this momentous event in Dawi-Zharr history.
Only real converting effort here was to add Reel the steam shrimp.
One of the few models (ever) that I am happy to look at a close up picture of the face. Greatly inspired by some of @GhraskDragh grimdark CDs, my riff on it anyway, done with @warcolours paints and the aid of translucent violet and translucent flesh with long working time (desperately needed). I’ll add his lore passage below with many o’ Reaver easter eggs and a callout to his cracked face.
Rorrhak the Accursed
…By the Seas
Rorrhak’s ironclad warship lay at anchor, assigned to coastal patrol near the Dark Lands. A summons had been received by the Grand Admiral of the Ironclad Fleet to provide an emissary for the Great Unification. With the wayward, elusive Grand Admiral off at sea, the onus was on Rorrhak to represent the Ironclad Fleet. As the captain nearest the Dark Lands, a daemonic familiar, Reel, arrived instructing Rorrhak to make his way landward and meet with Xrakir of House Xander….
He had witnessed the Grand admiral shrug off many similar requests, feeding each letter to his nearest familiar (often an odd tottering brazier with feet) in a belch of violet flame and returning to pour over his map-table without hesitation. For this particular summons to be considered with all seriousness, it must be of dire import, however Rorrhak had a sneaking suspicion the Grand Admiral had found something in this missive that aligned with his overarching goals of plunder and conquest.
Wading through the confusion of hobgoblins on deck he barked orders to prepare a landing craft to go ashore. The waters were oddly calm on this portentous day, and the encouragement of a whip brought the small party to land with haste. When the water was less than one hat deep two hobgoblins were shoved out of the boat to secure it at a stone mooring. As Rorrhak stepped onto the pier, Xrakir and his iron-helmed retinue were clearly discernable amongst the rabble at the small resupply camp. Despite their stoic and uniform appearance one could still detect an air of impatience.
After gruff discourse, a pact was signed and Xrakir boarded the landing craft. He would be shipped off to eventually convene with the Grand Admiral and serve at his side. Only the tumultuous tides know what his fate holds from this day forward. As for Rorrhak, his task loomed ahead of him. The Great Unification was not yet complete…
Journal of Rorrhak
Day 1:
Since departing, this obnoxious familiar has not left my side. I have no doubt it will accompany me for the duration of the journey and enact the will of its master should my path wander. Never sleeping, never wavering, ever vigilant from within the glowing socket of its sizzling metal vessel. Only brazen fools steer against the currents of the Grand Admiral, as he has always led the Reavers to fortune and infamy.
Day 4:
Such a lengthy forced march over land best not be all for some idle palaver. I’d rather be eaten and digested by that hideous tentacled creature the daemonsmiths were attempting to engineer as a replacement for the prow cannons. Errant maniacs, I can only hope they work that daemon to death before I return… If I return…
Day 11:
The sorcerous energy from this daemonic familiar seems to punish even the mildest of insubordinate banter or criticism of the task to which I’ve been assigned. One member of my retinue was turned to stone overnight, his face cracked in two. Was this due to his outburst of complaints over our thankless mission? Perhaps the Grand Admiral sought to use the stone curse to set an example, or is this purely the will of Hashut.
I hardly even dare to think. Perhaps it can even read the echoes of my very own thoughts?
Day 14:
We have nearly arrived at our destination; I pray to the Dark Father we don’t find a shiver of sharks lying in wait. It is mightily unusual for the landlubber brethren to trust the vagrant and erratic Reavers of Uzkulak.
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