Skarbrand

Skarbrand was once the greatest of all Bloodthirsters, mightiest champion of Khorne and the herald who led the Blood God's legions to victory beyond counting. But his very greatness was his ruin. Puffed with pride by the whispers of Tzeentch, he dared raise his blades against Khorne himself upon the Skull Throne, and the Blood God, contemptuous, struck him down with a single blow that hurled him across the length of eternity and cast him out forever.

What remains is no longer a general but a catastrophe. Stripped of rank, purpose, and reason, Skarbrand exists now as pure, mindless, directionless rage: the Exiled One, who cannot think, cannot plan, and can do nothing but destroy. His shattered wings can no longer bear him, and so he runs, and everything in his path is slaughtered without distinction: friend, foe, daemon, mortal, all the same to the red ruin of his mind. He wields the axes Slaughter and Carnage still, and each blow lands with world-splitting force. Cruelly, Skarbrand spills more blood in his madness than he ever did in glory, and so, though exiled, he serves his god yet.