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Braythorn Cudchewer & Co

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In his own mind, Braythorn is an exalted Champion of Slaanesh, the focus of his god's divine pleasure, and ruler of all the forest for as many leagues as a cow can run in a day.  Reality is a bit less kind, with he and his warband commanding about as much land as a three-legged sheep could wander through in an afternoon, and the likelihood of Slaanesh noticing him near zero.  Although he claims that his father was a minotaur, the other beastmen suspect it was actually Crulk Badmane, a tall but completely uncoordinated creature who was shot by a local huntsman.  Braythorn currently commands the grudging respect, refined through violence, of a motley band of beastmen.  Bulgar "Shoe" Manthir is the closest thing Braythorn has to a trusted companion.  Next to Braythorn himself, Bulgar is the muscle in the group and neither asks nor understands many questions.  If a head needs knocking, Bulgar is the one to call even when it may be his own. ...