Draegor Thalyx, the Bloodhorn of Argossear

Name

Draegor Thalyx, the Bloodhorn of Argossear

Race

Minotaur

Date of Birth

3 / 5 / 280 BR

History Before Championhood

Draegor was born in Argossear, the eastern kingdom famed for its warrior discipline and brutal culture of trial by combat before Tibur’s expansion. Argossear and Brythuear had long been rivals, locked in contests of spear and shield, glory and blood.

From his earliest years, Draegor was raised for war. The Minotaur clans of Argossear trained him in the Palaestra of Bones, an arena where youths fought beasts and each other to prove their worth. By sixteen, Draegor had slain both rival champions and lions in the sands; by thirty, he commanded phalanxes of minotaur hoplites against Brythuear warbands.

His legend grew when he shattered the Brythueari lines at the Battle of the River Thalos, breaking their shield wall with nothing but a greataxe and his horns. It was said no blade had ever pierced him, no duel had bested him. Argossear’s bards named him the Unbroken.

But Argossear’s glory dimmed when the Tibur Empire came. In 145 BR, the Empire absorbed both Argossear and Brythuear, their independence extinguished. Draegor fought to the last, carving through Tibur legions, but even he could not halt their tide. He was betrayed by his own strategoi, captured, and chained. Yet no executioner’s blade could kill him—every attempt ended with the weapon shattering. The people whispered that the gods themselves had marked him.

Becoming Urmbrik’s Champion

In his chains, Draegor raged—not at Tibur, not at his betrayers, but at the gods of old, who had abandoned Argossear to conquest. His cries were answered not by them, but by Urmbrik, the Hand of Rage, Flesh, and Bone.

One night, as Draegor’s captors prepared his final execution, the ground split beneath the amphitheatre. Rivers of blood poured upward, and from them Urmbrik’s voice thundered:

"No blade can cut you. No chain can hold you. Take my mark, Bloodhorn, and you will never be broken."

The chains melted into his flesh, becoming runes of bone. His heart beat with Urmbrik’s fury. His greataxe became the Gorefang, a weapon that feeds on the marrow of his victims. Draegor Thalyx rose, no longer Argossear’s champion, but Urmbrik’s Bloodhorn.

The Battle of Blackfen Crossing (c. 573 PR, Age of Darkness)

The Blackfen swamps burned red. Zelistra’s abyssal vanguard had clashed with Bhrytyran and Fenrisian holdouts, their screams rising above the smoke. From the east thundered Draegor Thalyx, the Bloodhorn of Argossear, astride his Bone Maw Behemoth, gore steaming from its maw. From the north came Ivar the Undefeated, champion of Zonid, his axe raised, his red eyes burning with immortal hunger.

They did not come for each other. Yet the swamp itself seemed to drag them toward a collision.

Draegor’s Charge

Draegor bellowed, his voice shaking the reeds:
"No wall stands! No spine unbroken! Bloodhorn rides!"

His behemoth trampled Zelistra’s dretches into mud, their bodies exploding beneath its bone-hooves. Draegor’s greataxe Gorefang sang, splitting a Balor’s thigh, its ichor boiling into the swamp. His warhost surged behind him — minotaurs in bone-forged mail, berserkers screaming Urmbrik’s creed.

Ivar’s Advance

Across the mire, Ivar carved through Bhrytyran deserters and demon alike, his black axe leaving only ruin. The Order of the Silverbrand knights who stood in his path whispered his name in terror before he cut them down.

"Undefeated," they called him, as their blood soaked the fen. He fought not for empire, not for Zelistra, but only for Zonid and the endless creed of slaughter.

The Near Meeting

At last, through smoke and storm, they saw one another.

• Draegor, mounted on the Bone Maw Behemoth, horns and eyes blazing with Urmbrik’s fury.
• Ivar, bloodied but unbroken, standing atop a mound of corpses, the swamp steaming around his boots.

The field fell silent, if only for a heartbeat. Even Balors and Silverbrand knights paused. The swamp seemed to hold its breath. Two legends, two champions — both undefeated, both touched by different God Hands — stared across the mire.

The Denial

Draegor’s behemoth roared, and he raised Gorefang. Ivar lifted his axe, eyes narrowing, lips curling in the ghost of a grin. The air itself trembled with the promise of their clash.

But the swamp betrayed them.

• Zelistra’s reinforcements poured in — a horde of vrocks and carrion fiends, their screeches drowning the stillness.
• The swamp collapsed under a summoning, crimson mire dragging Draegor’s behemoth down into muck to its chest.
• Ivar was forced back as a tide of Silverbrand survivors, desperate to flee, crashed between them.

For all their might, the duel was denied.

Their Words

As Draegor wrenched his behemoth free, he roared across the mire:
"Ivar! Undefeated they call you! One day, your skull will hang from my horns!"

Ivar’s answer was calm, almost amused, carried through the storm of blood:
"Try, Bloodhorn. If Urmbrik’s rage keeps you standing… I will be there."

Aftermath

Neither fell. Both carved their way back into the storm, vanishing into legend once more. Yet every survivor swore the swamp had trembled that day, not from demons or gods, but from two champions who were denied their clash — a clash that could have broken the world.

Now – Servant of Urmbrik and the God Hands

Draegor leads warhosts of fleshcrafted warriors and bone-armoured minotaurs across the realms of the God Hands. Unlike Kaelthys Vorannar, who despises deformity and seeks beauty in war, Draegor revels in brutality and carnage. His legions are hammers of flesh and rage, crushing all before them.

• His Mount: As reward for centuries of victory, Urmbrik granted Draegor a beast from the fleshy pits of his realm—a colossal Bone Maw Behemoth, part bull, part wyrm, with a ribcage for armor and molten marrow for blood. Draegor rides it into battle, a living symbol of his god’s dominion.
• His Goal: Draegor longs to test himself against the greatest warrior of the God Hands—Ivar the Undefeated. He respects Ivar as the only mortal-turned-champion whose legend rivals his own, and dreams of their duel shaking the bones of gods.
• His Role: Where Vaelthar the Fractured spreads madness and Zarlax the Rift-Touched stalks commanders, Draegor is Urmbrik’s blunt weapon—a breaker of armies, a reaper of bodies. His name is roared by Handdite cultists as both curse and prayer: Bloodhorn!