Burning Wraith-Barge

Burning Wraith-Barge 🔥⛵ In the ranks of the Forgotten Host drift many shapes of the damned — not all born of the sea, yet all tethered to the realm of the dead. The Burning Wraith-Barge was once a proud Kriegsmarine patrol craft, cutting through grey waters beneath banners of iron and smoke. Its captain, a heretic in service and soul, sealed his fate with treachery, and in death was bound to the shattered remnant of his vessel. Now, only the fore-hull remains — torn jagged, as though ripped apart by the fangs of some abyssal leviathan — and it sails on a tide of ghostflame. From its sides sway blackened chains, each link an unrepented sin dragging the barge ever deeper into the otherworld. A few spectral sailors linger on its deck — gaunt silhouettes, faceless and wordless, bound to their captain’s eternal penance. The prow burns ceaselessly, its flames licking the air like hungry tongues, scorching the living before the touch of steel. Some say he burns not for destruction, but becaus