HAR'KATHOR, TREEMAN OF RAGE



Manufacturer: Ultraforge Miniatures

Sculptor: Jeremy Glen

Sleep. Rest. It had seemed an eternity since Har'kathor had walked the world. His memory was still as sharp as ever, and he recalled the hosts of Nagaroth who had invaded the sacred glade. When Har'Kathor walked the world, death and destruction came with him, and that is what he brought to those dark forces who attempted to corrupt all that he cared for. But, why now. Why was his mind beginning to stir, why did he once again sense the world. When he slept, it was like becoming one with the land around him. Pain. He felt it, all around. The glade was drowning in it. The biting of metal into wood flesh. The flesh of his own saplings, and of others around him. He slowly opened the dark caverns that housed his awareness in the form of glowing red eyes, began to stretch his great branches. Instantly he knew, a horde of the men folk were attacking him and his kin, bearing large axes. They had already cut down many.

Har'kathor exploded in a great rage as he realized that the man things were busy even now cutting at his very own massive branches. His trunk was so wide that they would never have been able to cut through it, so they had apparently settled with just the lower hanging branches. Soon, the branches left were covered with red blood, with human corpses hanging from many branches and men fleeing from the glade. As his senses came completely back to him Har'Kathor realized that this horde of men was a logging party. Never had the kingdom of man ventured this far into the glades of Athel Loren. Where were the glade guard, the sworn tree kin. It was the pact that the tree folk had with the nature spirits of the woods, those elven kin who long ago had melded their existence with that of the forest. With each step forward, the movements became easier. Har'Kathor would find vengeance for this act.