His tortured roars echo around the battlefield, waves of pure rage infused with enough force to shatter buildings and pulverize flesh. Through this anarchy, Jon runs rampant, twin axes hacking and cleaving until there is no one left to kill. Craven and brave beings alike claw at their foes without regard for their own lives. Fast friends and firm allies tear at one another with wild abandon. Even the most rational of beings cannot resist the corruption of Jon's madness. Wherever Jon treads, order and discipline are replaced with anarchy as those in his path drown in feelings of empty loathing and unrestrained savagery. It would take centuries but Jon regained his former power slaughtering any who got in his way even those he once counted as friends none would stand in his way the empire would burn after years of wandering the frozen waste he happened upon a shrine of the war god praying to Khorne for salvation the elder being was digusted with this groveling worm so in a fit of rage he hurled Jon into the realms of chaos for seven days and seven nights he was trapped in the hellish void Jon became wrath incarnate, a restless fury that cannot be stopped. Jon would terrorize the northern provinces for several more years until the might of the empire broke the forces of Chaos all of his followers were slain and Jon was forced to flee back to norsca embittered broken and drained of all his power many would have given in but not Korne's chosen the reckoning of men would come with blood and steel. Praag was subjugated to horrors of such magnitude, the likes of which forgotten even by Elves and only dimly recalled by Dwarfs in ancient nightmares. The raw power of Chaos swept through the land, the sheer horror of what Jon had done causing the might of the Dark Gods to descend upon and despoil the city. The blood spilled within its streets led to the eyes of the Dark Gods being drawn towards Jon's conquest.
After a bitter battle, Praag finally fell in the winter of 2302 IC. Jon was in the forefront of battle, slaying hundreds with frenzied swings of his axe and sword. His greatest acts of brutality came in the great wars He, along with Sven Bloody-Hand and Valmir Aesling, led a massive horde of Chaos Warriors out from Norsca into northern Kislev. Although he had many companions throughout his youth, he had no true friends, and even as an adult Jon trusted no one. He preferred fire and steel over settling issues through discussion, and showed cruel tendencies early in his childhood. He was a rigid man, unyielding, and unbending.
His savagery in the field and his harshness toward defeated enemies was frequently remarked upon Jon was quarrelsome, quick to take offense, slow to forgive, and fearsome in his wroth.
However, he was also a hard and brutal man who craved violence, death, and absolute mastery over all he deemed his. He lived for war, tourneys, and battle, and rose to become one of the youngest and warlords of his time. Jon was a born warrior whose skill with weapons was unmatched. He had angry-looking, suspicious eyes, and a scowling mouth. He kept his hair short and his beard trimmed to his jawline. Though he was on the heavy side, he was not fat, but more massive and square. Their father spread the story that the injuries were caused by bedding that had caught fire a tall, broad, and fearsomely strong man, larger than his father, Bjorn bittersteel He was bull-like, with heavy shoulders, a thick neck, and huge arms. As a young boy, eleven or twelve years old, he caused his brother Robb's facial scars by holding the younger boy's face to a hot brazier as punishment for playing with a sword he had discarded. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 12509 Chapters: 8/? Comments: 90 Kudos: 75 Bookmarks: 14 Hits: 10763Ĭhosen of Khorne Born 2282 IC into the frozen hell of Norsca his history is dark and filled with blood.
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