Arth Wraithrender

Arth Wraithrender was once a peasant farm worker from a far of part of the empire, when one fatefull day he returned home from market with the weeks trade, to find that his home and lands had been Burnt to cinders.

As he approached further he found out that a small troop of Witch hunters and bright wizards had arrived and accused his father of Heresy against the Empire and more importantly against Sigmar.

Knowing this was not true, he continued to watch as his father, mother and younger sister were executed for the accused crimes.

Vowing his revenged he ran away to the cold harsh climates of norsca, where he ran into a small conclave of children who were being trained to fight as was the custom, he proved his worth with them and was accepted into the tribe. Through the years he grew powerfull and strong, masterying all the various arts of combat he was taught, untill one day a young child was slain by a stange apperition in a cave near the village.

Arth took his weapon and went to see which kinda of creature would harm such an innocent, there he witnessed what seemed to him to be impossible, some form of deamon standing infront of him, blood red, with horns the size of branches, standing next to soem from of Ghost.

He drew his sword, looking deep inside himself for the courage to strike at these beings, After dispatching the Ghost, he was stuck down by the red horned beast. What followed next was a shock to him to say the least, he was spoken to by a being, a strange bird like being, who referred to itself as Tzeentch, he offered him the power to strike down the deamon and have his vengeance against those who Murdered his family.

Arth Agreed and and Tzeentch gave him a new name..a name worthy of a Chosen of Tzeentch.

That name was Arth, Arth Wraithrender and as he would soon become known..

Arth Wraithrender, Chosen and Aspiring Champion of Tzeentch