“For every monster dwells a hundred, hundred more. And for a hundred, hundred monsters, there are a thousand, thousand mortal deaths.”
- Captain Castian Storm
Fortune, glory and the thrill of the hunt, these unwritten edicts bound the rowdy crews under the guiding hand of their captain, Castian Storm. There are no finer monster
hunters in all the realms than the Stormdance Reavers. Castian helms The Stormdancer, a massive Black Ark that sails alongside a vast fleet of various ships, all of which are crewed mainly by a horde of Orruks who have realized that following ‘Da Kaptin’ will surely lead them to the biggest and baddest enemies. Regardless of where they came from and what blood courses through their veins, each follows in the wake of their trusty Kaptin’ to lead them to a good fight. Seemingly a motley crew at first glance, the Stormdance Reavers are true masters of the seas and are not to be underestimated. With a naval precision bested only by the Deepkin, the Reavers come and go as violently and quickly as the tides. Now, with Krabnos’ many names on their lips, the so-called Stormdance Reavers have sailed straight into the Karkino Sea, anticipating the hunt of a lifetime.
Tales of the Stormdance Reavers have made it to many shores, the malice of the Dark Aelves with the brutality of the Orruk, meeting in the middle for cunning. Yet they are not the only ones who serve aboard Castian Storm’s fleets. During one of their greatest hunts the Stormdance Reavers sought to slay a slumbering beast and had gained a sizeable and diverse crew from all walks of life. Some sought the simple pleasures of a good hunt, bigger, better... and stable. Castian’s goals drew in others; from Doomseekers seeking a legendary death at the hands of a massive beast, Gargants who believe that besting ever- larger monsters mirrors that of their father’s journey, and even Knight-Questors who serve with the Reavers as it aligns well with a divine path of monster slaying. Regardless of where they came from or what drove them to seek their path, The Reavers prosper under a single, simple and more importantly, shared goal.
The Reavers now sail the many seas of the realms, facing off against nasty beasts and would-be raiders. Though unable to slay the Muadra Rua for the time being, Castian was able to secure a consolatory treasure in the Scarred Lands: a legendary artifact known as “Da Biggest Stabba”. A weapon revered for its strength to kill even a Godbeast. Though the Stormdance Reavers have yet to contend with a Godbeast, Castian promises that the Stabba will taste the blood of one soon enough... and what better way to start the feast than with an appetizer of crab?
None truly know what drives Castian to seek greater and greater hunts, not even his Corsairs and WAAAGH know, not that the latter would care much. Castian is always focused on the hunt, oftentimes locked in his cabin for hours on end, poring over weathered maps, tomes of ancient lore, and star charts. The only interruptions to this isolation are when he navigates the fleet or is in the throes of slaying beasts, an act that breaks his stoic demeanour. Throughout his life, this has been his sole motivation, even at a young age he found satisfaction in slaying an Arachnarok with but a stone shiv, an act that served as his initiation into the fleet he now commands. One would believe that he is at odds with his krew, yet he knows the value and strengths of those who choose to follow him. An Aelf will seek an elegant solution, a harpoon between the ribs, or a poison to dull the beast. Inversely, an Orruk will find the most brutal and enjoyable solution, getting the job done with such a passion that rival’s Castian’s own.