Fallen Boris
Stories of a man of Chaos had piqued Archaon's interest. He had made the journey to the mountains of the northern wastes to see this man for himself. "My lord, be wary - he is said to be unpredictable." "I fear no man," Archaon sneered. "But I am no man." A monstrosity, clad in blood-red armour, wielding a gigantic greataxe, all of 8 feet tall, came into view just then. "We shall see," Archaon smiled.
Posted: 9 Feb 2018
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