Blood Guard

They are the first to bleed and the last to fall, the Blood Guard, chosen warriors of the crimson host. Each was once a mortal champion who offered his heart willingly to the Blood Prince, and in return was remade in fire and agony. Their veins run thick with daemon ichor, their flesh armored by the blessing of endless battle. They march in silence, axes raised, their eyes burning through the haze of war. Every swing of their great weapons is a ritual act, every kill a prayer to the gods of wra