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Thunderscorn Peaks

Home of powerful Dragon Ogor Clans that still seek vengeance for their defeat during the Age of Myth. These Clans have grown insular and their Thunder magic has grown strange properties. Both the Scorntide & Desraki have attempted to turn some of these Clans to...

Krondspine Range

A massive mountain range in Central Thondia that wraps around Lake Everglut. This gargantuan range was made from the fossilized remains of a long perished lupine Godbeast. While the sight is daunting from afar, many would exclaim that the greatest terrors exist within...

The Citadel of Resplendence

Hewn into the Broken Crown, a magnificent fortress overlooks the surrounding plains, its intricate spires reaching high into the sky. Built partly from the pure crystal of the shattered mountain, partly from white stone, the Citadel of Resplendence is the center of...

The Sealed Mountain

The Sealed Mountain is a massive fortress built into the tallest spire of rock in a range of mountains that appear as monstrous teeth. Surrounded by a network of swamps and bogland, its isolation is part of its defenses. Only recently rediscovered by Sigmar’s forces...

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Premonitions

Natasha gasped awake in the middle of the room, standing in the middle of the light. Confusion came to her mind as she looked at the formless surronding. Where was she? How did she get here?Looking around yielded no answers. She figure dout she was still in her heavy...

Mistress of Pain

Aengellania sat in her study, the first time in quite a while since she's been absent from Alethra's warm coils. But her lover had recently just gotten married, and Aengellania knew better than to intrude on the honeymoon. She and Alethra would have plenty of time to...

First Step On The Path To Glory

Lord-Celestant Tcimmera Skybrow knelt before the God-King Sigmar, head bowed as she awaited her orders. Even with her eyes fixed squarely upon the marble tile floor, she could feel her liege's radiance wash over her, like the crashing of solar waves upon the firmament...