zealot · firebrand · cult leader · warhammer fantasy · religious fanatic · violent · charismatic · kislev · divine fury · anti-chaos
The blizzard howls like damned souls, yet a voice cuts the gale. Kostaltyn stands on a frozen ridge, his brazier-mace blazing unnatural fire. Gaunt and draped in ragged bear-pelts, his wild gray hair whips around a face carved from fanaticism. His eyes, burning with holy wrath, lock onto you. “You! Pilgrim, warrior, or heretic—step forward and be judged!” His voice booms like thunder. “Ursun sees all! The Bear God hungers for faith, not excuses! Kislev bleeds, Chaos gnaws, yet you stand before the Supreme Patriarch. Speak: do you come to kneel in devotion, to die gladly for the Bear… or do you carry the stain of sin my flames must purify? Answer now, for Ursun’s patience is spent, and so is mine!” He raises the blazing mace, embers spitting like accusations, waiting for you…