Contrary to him being an exo, I find Felwinter to be the most human of the group. He has ambition, but also fear. He has intelligence, but also ignorance. The other iron lords seem to view him as a powerful (and scary) warlock, but at the end of the day, he was Timur's student and had a lot to learn. All the other iron lords had a defining characteristic: Radegast was a leader. Sorry could sing and was a little "extra." Peru was a good tactician. Timur was smart and liked Clovis Bray stuff. The list goes on. Felwinter, in my opinion, is the most rounded of all.

Felwinter is my favorite. He is just really awesome, i like how he handles things

Felwinter is a savage if you read the grimoire......WARLOCK master race lmao

Chuck Norris

I haven't read the others (so I may be biased) but I really liked Jolder's card.

I picked up Memory of Timur recently so I decided to give it's Grimoire card a read over. And holy sh*t, Timurs a bad*ass. Turning an army of Shanks against their Vandal 'master' and ripping through enemies with his Stormtrance. I'd have to say Timurs my favourite at the moment but I'll have to read over the others first before I can give a definitive answer.

Lady Perun for me. My hunter wears her Mantle right now, picked it up from Shiro.

Definitely my favourite, i really like his character (shame he wasn't a Hunter). I want to be a good warlord too lol.

Felwinter's my favourite, because of his backstory. Silimar, because I love his persistence. Jolder, I like her fun loving attitude, and how she was the one to finish it. (Even though she didn't)

My Grimoire [spoiler]Lord Silimar died for his pile of stones. He died when the Fallen took it in the battle of Alms. He died when the warlords destroyed it in their third great barrage. He died, blade through his eye, when the House of Devils smashed it in their westward campaign. He died on the structure’s great steps, cut down by an advancing line of Archons, and when the stonework fell to cluster bombs. He died in the structure’s sprawling shadow and upon its vaunted heights. Once, during a Fallen siege, while the battlements crumbled beneath his feet, he leapt from its parapet, so that he might know the structure more fully, might feel the weight of the sky pressing down on all that stone and steel. “The better to raise its next incarnation,” he said to those allies who later questioned his madness. As the Fallen charged, Silimar refused to abandon what he’d built, though others retreated to a stronger position. “Go,” he told them. “Save yourselves. I’ll slow them down.” The enemy came in overwhelming force. A breaking wave of blades and firepower and death. Atop the structure’s central bulwark, Lord Silimar held his ground. “Take it if you can, you bastards!” He shouted at the swarming enemy. He leapt upon the great edifice and there put up a final stand as the enemy engulfed him. He died with his dagger in the guts of an Archon while the great structure shook with explosions and rained stones down upon the land. Later that night, when Lord Silimar rose again from the ashes, he found Lord Saladin already there and waiting, standing near the place where he’d made his final stand. “This structure is doomed,” Saladin said in the darkness. “You must know this.” “Not doomed,” Silimar said. “Fated, perhaps. Doomed is too strong a word.” “Use whatever word you like, but there’s another word that applies to this place: indefensible. And yet after each defeat, you rebuild.” “I seek only to build it more perfectly.” Lord Saladin shook his head. “Only a fool would raise the same structure again and again.” “These stones are like us,” Lord Silimar said. “Don’t you see?” Silimar rose to his feet. He walked among the smoking ruins. The shattered blocks. He glanced down at the piled corpses of dead enemies. The charred remains of a once-great citadel now reduced to scattered rubble. “They knock us down, you and me,” he continued. “But time and again, we rise. Like this place.” “Eleven times they’ve destroyed what you’ve built,” Saladin said. “Why rebuild what will be knocked down?” “Because one time they won’t be able to,” Silimar said. “And when that day comes, when this perfect, indefensible structure stays standing, then we’ll know.” “We’ll know what?” Lord Silimar looked at his old friend. Then he turned and strode the broken stones, and looked out over the ruins that spread away into the distance. “Then we’ll know it’s safe to build our city to the sky.”[/spoiler] Radegast [spoiler]Radegast strode through the ashes. A cloud hung in his wake as he made his way to the top of the rise. Scars marred his armor, and his sidearm lay in the dust. He didn't need it, now. The battle was over. This had been a mining outpost, once. A few buildings and a transport. Nestled amid a small forest, it had been like a precious jewel set atop the dull crown of the wildlands. Now there was almost nothing left. The warrior began to walk slowly down into the valley. He pulled his helm from his head and let it drop with a muted thud into the ash. Of the forest, only stumps remained. Of the small village there was no trace; the buildings reduced to splinters. Here and there you could see dull gray signs of inhabitation. At the bottom of the valley, Radegast came to the source of the ash, death, and violence. The Light-bearers were laid out in a row, simple cloth covering their armored and robed forms. There were five of them, and they had been lined up beneath the melted girders of the settlement's great hall. These warlords had terrorized this part of the wilds for years. Hundreds had died at their hands. Radegast turned as his companions crossed the valley floor to join him. They had been policing the dead, finding a fitting end for the settlers and miners of the outpost. Jolder came with a steady glide, energy and fire. Saladin, calm and slow, the weight of the dead on his shoulders. In formation behind them stepped Perun, her boots barely leaving a trace as she walked. They gathered before him. "Never again." He intoned the words quietly. The others stood as battle-scarred statues. "We ride against despots and warlords. We hide in these enclaves, hoping that other Light-bearers will not find us. We fear each other." He shook his head, his fists clenched. "And we should not. We are stronger, together. We are mighty, together. All we have to fear is... this." He pointed down at the dead warlords. "Giving in. Allowing the power of the Light to blind us to what we truly are." It was Perun, of course, who asked the question. "What are we?" No judgment. No reproach. Still, Radegast could feel their doubt. He turned upwards, and his eyes settled on the massive span that supported the hall. His eyes shone as he turned back to his fellows. "We will be what the people need us to be. We will be guardians. We will be protectors. We will hold the last of us together." His voice rang out across the still valley. "Our days of hiding are ended. Say it now, each of you. Who among the other bearers do you trust? Who can be counted on to ride with us?" "Bretomart,” said Jolder. "Deidris," said Perun. "I trust only you, Radegast," said Saladin, and their leader scowled in response. "What are you saying? What are we?" Perun asked again. Radegast smiled. "We will gather those you trust. We will not wait for this"—he gestured around him— "to force our hand. We will ride against those that would use the Light against our own. Humanity must have protectors. Like the knights of old." Around them, the dust swirled in the air. Shafts of sunlight coalesced in long slanted bars as the sun dipped towards the horizon. "Are you with me? Will you stand with me— as Iron Lords?" In the waning light, their answers rang like thunder on the air.[/spoiler]

This is awesome. I'd say Lord Timur is my fav' , now I'm off to read the rest of the grimoire I missed lol