[Medium Sized Model - 25mm Base]
[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm & 75mm Scale]
An old Draksbornian general of old, taken by Nosmarka’s Abyss after his death, his soul too tainted to wander the halls of Syelden. In life he was a cruel general, but one who had a hand in ushering in Draksborne’s golden age. Now he has been reborn a Nosmeni after the restoration of Namneri’s Chalice, finding himself bound with his old memories. He is disgusted by the weak and pitiful place Draksborne has become, and aims to restore it to its old glory.
A renowned general of Draksborne in the Second Era, Skorn in those times was known as Torias. A remarkable military mind from Canos, he was responsible for much of the campaigns in modern Karkanoth that saw the independent cities brought into the Draksborne Empire. Having perished to illness rather than the heat of battle, his soul was restless, and the cruelties he inflicted upon his fellow Men and the native Elves of the region saw him unfit to ascend to Syelden.
Thus for centuries his soul wandered, lost, until it was eventually ensnared by Nosmarka and brought into her Nocturnal Abyss. There he was thrown into the Seventh Reverie, the Reverie of Conflict, a plane brimming with constant war. There he relished in the slaughter and bloodshed that constantly surrounded him, his death would see him simply born again, blade in hand, thrown against another wall of spears. For most this would seem like constant anguish and suffering, but for Skorn, it was paradise.
When the Chalice of Namneri was restored after its destruction, the font of souls reacted in a strange manner to Skorn: he was ripped from the depths of Nosmarka’s Abyss, thrust into Sundestra. Though at first the paladins thought he was some revenant spawn of Nosmarka sent for vengeance, Skorn quickly recognised the capital of his homeland, though it was in ruins. Though he was captured and interrogated, he eventually proved himself to indeed be the Nosmeni incarnation of the great General Torias, chastising his captors for the pitiful state Draksborne had fallen to. It was upon his suggestion for Draksborne to make a show of might against Baldur after reports their embassy was destroyed in civil unrest. Now he stands amongst the soldiers there, besieging the military capital of Grimhelm, though in truth he simply misses the incessant bloodshed of the Seventh Reverie, hoping he might find a warrior's death here to be sent back to it.
