KROMAC THE RAVENOUS

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Barbarian chieftain, war leader of his people, living nightmare, feaster on human flesh, murderer of untold hundreds—all these describe Kromac the Ravenous. When he walks as a man, silence surrounds him as gathered Tharn await his command for the chance to kill or die as he wills. When Kromac draws upon the Wurm to transform into a beast, wild things hear his howl and leap to obey. From the deepest heart of the black wilderness he comes seeking not conquest but slaughter and destruction. The druids of the Circle Orboros do not count him among their number and consider him a sword wielded only reluctantly, one not easily sheathed once drawn.
Once the Tharn were human. Now they enjoy a closer link to the Beast of All Shapes than any other mortals who walk Caen. Kromac is old enough to have witnessed how close his people came to extinction just a few short decades ago. Morrowans claim their god cursed the Tharn with infertility for the depravity of feasting on human flesh. Kromac saw Tharn women unable to bear young, his diminishing people pushed back into the depths of the Thornwood by the spread of soft, feeble human woodsmen and militia whose only advantage was their numbers. It enraged him to see his proud tribe ousted from their homes, forced to hide amid the trees and shadows and to evade both the humans and trollkin who thrived and multiplied while his own race dwindled.
This experience from his earliest days, this loathing felt even before he could elucidate his reasons, lies at the root of Kromac’s hatred for humans and trollkin. As a youth he witnessed his elder sister, a fierce bloodtracker boasting many kills, gunned down by a rabble of rifle-wielding soldiers on the Bramblerut. He mourned her passing by letting it fill him with an all-consuming rage. Kromac fell upon the soldiers with an axe in each hand and slaughtered them to a man. Though he ate the flesh of their bodies, he did not feast on their hearts, for he thought to do so would give them too much honor. Even today he will only consume the hearts of those he considers worthy foes, disdaining lesser men as meat unworthy of offering to the Devourer. Kromac descended in the long hours of darkness on villages and towns within the Thornwood to slaughter all he could find. Before he reached the fullness of manhood, Kromac had accumulated an impressive collection of trophies.
Something set Kromac apart from other Tharn, something more than just his birthright as eldest-born son of the chief of the Bloodsmeath tuath. The wind whispered words only he could hear, and the howls of wolves resonated in his heart even when he walked as a man. He took the path of the shaman and learned the blood rites of sacrifice, but somehow he knew there was more to learn. Kromac had, in fact, been born with the wilding—the ability to view the natural world with the eyes of the blackclads and to harness the Wurm’s powers in a way unheard-of among Tharn.
The connection to the Wurm that is the blood-right of all Tharn grants them the power of transformation. His connection to the druidic wellspring of power combined with the Tharn gifts to bring forth a wild savagery and strength beyond any other among his people, yet this came at the price of reason, invoking a form of wild madness that unlocks the most primal essence of the predatory spirit.

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Kromac entered the beast-mind when he transformed and became the walking death, an avatar of slaughter with axes in his hands. When Kromac takes the beast form, it seems as though the Wurm looks through him, and he knows only hunger and the need to kill.
Krueger the Stormlord, once called “Storm Father” by the Tharn, came to Kromac and instructed him in the use of this power. Kromac never formally entered the Circle Orboros as a druid; his status remains that of something other, yet he knows their ways and commands a power similar to theirs. When in his untransformed state, he is recognized as a Tharn king with great wisdom and cunning as well as ruthless courage. He marshals forces other Tharn cannot comprehend, able to reach into the minds of man or beast to unleash the resilience and rage of the predator within.
Gifted enemies beset by his power lose all reason, their magic forgotten amid a clash of primal impulses. At his command the earth opens with a hot exhalation of breath and a chilling howl, groaning with the hunger to consume flesh, sharp jagged stones becoming like teeth. He understands lunar feast rites as deeply as any Tharn shaman, yet his exposure to the mysteries of Orboros enhances his insight. The lore he has brought from the druids has aided his people and led to great victories.
Though Kromac did not remain under Krueger’s instruction for long, he remains one of the few humans Kromac truly respects. The Stormlord returned to his people, though oaths and promises were made that would not fade with time. Kromac’s unique power soon drew the attention of another great druid who would first earn, and eventually betray, his loyalty.
Knowing the key role she played in breaking the Curse of the Ten Ills that afflicted his people, Kromac viewed Morvahna the Autumnblade with a mixture of awe, lust, and a deeper longing that unsettled him. He saw her as the salvation of his race and an immortal vision of female perfection. For years he served Morvahna as bodyguard and enforcer and watched his people return to strength. Eventually her darker side revealed itself, as her manipulations and disregard for Tharn lives disillusioned Kromac and let him see her with fresh eyes. Kromac turned his back on Morvahna and returned to the service of his old mentor, who welcomed him as a vital asset. Regardless of which blackclad he serves, Kromac knows he was born to embody destruction and slaughter, and he has much work to do in the days ahead.