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"And vhut about our leetle infestation," said the Heaven Sent, through his filthy beard. Then he took another pull of his bottle. The Pyre Adherent looked down on him - she looked down on all of human kind. Though, in present company, the Celestial Wizard was the least of her worries. The Molten Prince hovered above them. His robes hang low, the incense exuding from his belt-mouth utterly failing to lessen the reek of fuel and brimstone that clings to the mechanisms that keep him both alive and aloft. His voice comes in a choked wheeze, around his breathing tube, as he answers, "My Barnstormerss are ssolving thiss issue as we speak." "Ugh," the Pyre Adherent grunted, "duardin." "Many are humanss," said the Molten Prince. "Is that supposed to make it better?" The Shadow Mistress tittered from the corner, clinging to the walls. She was an elf, but she never spoke at these moots. No - she just tittered. And watched. And smiled. #warhammerkitbash #gamesworkshop #citiesofsigmar #collegiatearcane #battlewizard #battlemage #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammeraos #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammerdogsofwar #regimentsofrenown #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday24 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ubltbH1gs/?igshid=az923gry2knp

Smoggy was born in Azyr. Raised there. The name came later, with the cough. He was a researcher in Azyrheim, with the Collegiate Arcane. An artefact was found, a stave, the Warpriests called it the "Staff of the Realms". Smoggy was tasked with unlocking its potential. Within a few weeks, he was able to channel lightning through the staff's glowing blue focusing orb. After a month, the lightning began to channel through his own skin. He could shock people with a touch. It became a party trick - he was suddenly invited to parties, that was new. But then the shocks got worse. And he couldn't 'turn it off', so to speak. Someone was injured, someone close to him, and the colleges thought it best of he turned these new powers upon the enemy, on the front lines. Smoggy thought he could help. The front lines were the Greywater Fastness, and there's a reason it's the staff of the 'Realms'. The shocks stopped, but the cough began. Sometimes he spat black bile, like his lungs were full of coal. Sometimes other people did, around him. The staff's orb had gone black as onyx. When war came, Smoggy raised the staff high, and whole formations fell to their knees: choking on the viscous, eldritch smog that gave the battlemage his new name. #paintingwarhammer #gamesworkshop #citiesofsigmar #freeguild #collegiatearcane #battlewizard #battlemage #goldwizard #warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammeraos #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammerdogsofwar #regimentsofrenown #hobbystreak #hobbystreakday11 https://www.instagram.com/p/B3No9OhHFY9/?igshid=l3m8y5mk2g27