Durthu

"Ahksi-do-ka-koh (axe-wielding filth!)"

– Durthu, utilizing reverse Dwarf diplomacy.

"Wu-kah-koh,fu-du-dah-truk-Dwarfs! (My heart is rotten with hatred for all Dwarfs!)"

– Durthu, telling Dwarf diplomats to suck his tree root.

"I will nourishing my soils with your alcoholic blood! I will fashion myself with your skulls!"

Durthu, also known as "Oakheart" when directly translated from Elvish, was one of the many ancient treemen born in Athel Loren, but he got incredibly bitter after countless years of battle. He's best known for being incredibly racist against all man-like things, mostly towards Dwarfs because those hairy, short-footed, axe-wielding scum hacked him down long ago.

In the Beginning

Back before the world was invaded by Chaos, Athel Loren was a peaceful place and treemen was much nicer. Only the Elves from Ulthuan visited the damned place and may have a few untold orgies with the local tree creatures. Durthu during that time was much nicer too, teaching the Elves how to care for trees and other hippy shit, since they weren't expecting to face anything serious like war.

They were proven wrong.

The First Chaos invasion

When the polar gate at the North collapsed and Chaos Daemons began slaughtering everything that moved (as well as anything that didn't), Athel Loren's far-reaching roots, which had spread all over the world at this point, were burned and chewed by the demons. Durthu and his kind fought side by side with the Elves at not only in Athel Loren, but also at the heart of Ulthuan: Avelorn, where similar magical forest resided.

To the demons, Durthu and his kind were considered a similar existence like demons so they were a little unnerved, so much so they decided it was better to just go for the Elves for their juicy souls. In order to protect her children, Astarielle, the first Everqueen asked Durthu to protect her heirs in exchange for Elven workers help tending the trees of Athel Loren. As soon as an agreement was made, she was slain by N'kari while Durthu took off to Athel Loren with her two brats: Morelion and Yvraine. When Durthu returned, he find the forest he knew and loved was ravaged by war. His kin embraced the concept of xenophobia for the first time and had transformed into hateful tree creatures better suited for battle. His two treeman friends Coeddil (Drycha's racist buddy) and Adanhu also adapted to these change so much that they demanded that the two brats Durthu had bought had to be slain. However, Durthu basically told his pals to calm their roots down and even convinced Adanhu to change his mind (unsurprisingly, Coeddil did not). Adanhu agreed to Durthu's decision, only if the two brats were to put to sleep in a magical slumber (aka magical cryo-chamber) until Ulthuan and Athel Loren were rebuilt. And so the heirs of Astarielle survived. Unknown to the two however, their father ,Aenarion, would start a second family out of despair over the loss of Astarielle and his two children (or so he thought) as well as having the sword of Khaine sapping his sanity, providing fuel for upcoming tragedies.

Fuck the Dwarfs, Fuck Malekith, Fuck EVERYONE!

After the two brats' return, Yvraine became the new Everqueen and Morelion became her guard. Durthu during this time was busy repairing Athel Loren, as the forest suffered severe deforestation thanks to the Chaos reaming. Durthu also had the desire to rebuild Avelorn, but was too busy to do so.

Things pretty much remained like this for years until Malekith defected from the High Elves, created the Dark Elves and instigated the War of the Beard, sparking the most dreadful display of bloodshed and betrayal in Warhammer history. After the war ended with Phoenix King Caledor II's death, many of the elves living at Athel Loren declared their own independence form Ulthuan, but the Dwarfs didn't gives a shit about that and so they came over, righting their grudges and venting their remaining anger at the Elves of Athel Loren. Unfortunately for the treefolk of Athel Loren, this had to happen during winter time, when the trees weren't able to do much. The dwarfen pillagers fatally wounded Durthu, which sparked his inner hatred for all Dwarfs as well as their axes. The dwarfs were eventually driven off by the Elves with their run and shoot tactics, making the slow and tired Dwarfs rage quit back to their mountain holds. This conflict sparks even more racism and xenophobia from the trees that Adanhu and Coeddil began loudly arguing in front of the Elves about their fate. Tired and still reeling from the Dwarf axe attack, Durthu stood silent during the debate, no longer able to trust his own judgement. With a little help from the goddess Ariel, the Elves were officially declared citizens of the forest (forming the Wood Elves faction) and were tasked to take care of forest in exchange for equal protection by the trees. Durthu is however unmoved by the development due to being traumatized by the wars and hatred. Although he is still more cool headed compared to his treeman brothers, he is now more suited to war and hatred than ever, wield a gigantic sword that made Guts' look pale in comparison while fashioning himself with the skulls of his enemies. Beastman, Dwarfs, Chaos, Orcs, Undeads, Vampires and Bretonnians, fuck em, FUCK THEM ALL.

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  His derpy old model