Vitressa’s toes gripped tightly around the cold stone of Old Kleah’s city wall as she ascended. In total darkness, she and her Corvus Cabalist brothers and sisters clambered up the wall, not making a sound. She knew this way well, from sneaking out as a youth. She...
They found the massive encampment out in the wilderness, far away from the frontlines of the Hellscorn war, or indeed, any fighting. Their movements, as their Corvus Cabalist scouts had reported, indicated their goal of leaving Thondia behind.Disillusioned, weary...
Day was coming to an end. Evening light of the Hysh shone weakly upon a ramshackle wooden platform in a small camp near the city of Crobus. A tall Desraki priest with an enormous axe was standing before his prisoner with a menacing grin. He then turned to the public...
Upon a safe spot on a cliffside overlooking the surrounding desert, a clandestine meeting took place. Under blood-red tents, Vardeshir the Solemn sat across representatives of one of the disgruntled mercenary companies the Desraki happened to not be able to afford any...
One day, the Templars of Our Burning Saviour marched to Kleah.Old Kleah, the dark, massive city, carved at the behest of ancient warlords and daemons out of black stone around the fallen Hydra’s head, ruled for time immemorial by Tusk Chieftains with a bloody fist....
Badr was feeling uneasy. Since joining the coven, she's been trying to not use necromancy. But sometimes life is not giving you a choice…Her chamber was lit only by the weak light of candles. On the table in the middle of the room a morbid trophy was lying - the head...
There were two other forces of Templars attacking the rotten caverns. Guided by Priests of Our Burning Saviour on ornate discs, the Dragon Ogors had gathered in easily defensible positions above the caverns.First destabilizing the caverns below with mighty and joyous...
Mangled corpses laid before them. Many beastmen, humans, duardin, aelves; all formerly of both Desaki and Scorntide allegiance, later disillusioned and taken in by Nurglite Scum. They had died like the wretches they were, mowed down with little consequence. Close to...
Everyone felt the apocalyptic energies in the air, making it thick and wrought with chaotic energy.The sky had turned a purplish crimson, with dark swirling clouds and spontaneous bolts of light spread across the horizon.From his perspective, he was surrounded by an...
A grey haired hunched over skaven leaning on a warpstone tipped staff staring out across the Drench, wind blowing through his fur and across his face. He could smell the saturation of magic in the air coming from the outpost. He grinned a fang filled grin, then began...
"Seer, this better be worth it" hissed Theddrisk, a large skaven almost twice the size has your average skaven."You will see, Theddrisk that this will be worth your time" hissed back Ratsputin, a Grey Seer of notable status and considerable skill.Theddrisk flesh-swarm...
It was a repulsive sight, the elegant spires of a Tzeentchian Oasis so defiled by the Archenemy, Esiavash the Stalwart thought as he regarded the Rotglass Alcazaar.Filth and gigantic growths of flesh and mucus clung to the once resplendent castle of glass, giving the...
A lone outpost in the middle of nowhere on the edge of the Drench sits with little activity. The guards in it walk along the walls of the small compound keeping watch. Each guard is adorn with runes and icons of Khorne while carrying jagged axes covered in old dry...
Dust rained down from the arched halls of the Temple.Even over the ardent chanting of those gathered, the booming noise of cannons easily reached them here. The Acolytes of the Academy of the Arcane Arts of Aith'erant, Humans and Aelves in dark red robes, their faces...
Upon the dunes, the two opponents stood, the wind blowing reddened sand around them.Right now, the sounds of battle were far away. Right now, it did not matter. All that mattered was the two of them.Templar Chosen Esiavash the Stalwart readied his blade, feeling the...
Little flakes of ash were dancing in the air, here, in the ruins of the wanderer community of Adu'Alash in northern Thondia. The fires all over the town hadn't died down completely, not yet. Some parts of the settlement were but blackened husks, some had ceased to...
Améline was surrounded by corpses, knee-deep in them. Blood and the gory refuse of butchery smothered her nostrils, making even her hardened constitution want to gag. Some were rent apart into bloody bits, others were more pristine, their deaths marked by efficient...
From out the desert winds, a flaming arrow stuck in the Ashwalker chieftain's head, leading to the sudden collapse of the musclebound man. Alarmed, the Khornates huddled together, quickly, and instinctively, forming a shieldwall formation. From multiple directions...
In the gnarled, blackened trees around the clearing, Khornates hung from the thickest branches - the telltale sign of a Templar incursion into Desraki lands. In the midst of the clearing, people had been gathered, mostly humans, but of many races. They wore many scars...
Three Cathallars they were, those who were led into the cold mountain fortress, bound in cold, heavy chains pulsating with bluish magic, over a corridor of cold marble, to a throne artfully hewn from cold stone, and forced on their knees before the great, cold-hearted...
The broken nose, black eye and deep scratches along her cheek did nothing to diminish the expression of pride and self-righteousness in her face. The cup of tea before her was untouched. The Tzaangor Cleric on the opposite side of the table was on his third cup, and...
Heavy rain poured down upon Vensoth bay, turning the ground slippery, and vision barely existent.The Templar Chosen Esiavash the Stalwart wondered whether the Desraki had deliberately chosen this day for an attack. Previously, he had deemed them to be the kind of...
The Templar delegation stood unmoving, their gleaming golden armours a stark contrast against the dark stone of the Dragon Ogor's halls. The Templars had brought gifts of great value to Tenrak, from more profane jewelry and precious goods to some peculiar magical...
"In the name of Our Burning Saviour - Charge!" The heavy Templar cavalry charged down the hill, golden wings at their saddles glinting in the light of Hysh. The shieldwall of Khornates and Nurglites had - despite the violent and enraged efforts of General Værmundr...
Before them laid Vensoth Bay. The trek had not been easy, to reach the bay from further inland - but with the danger the sea itself posed, with wild magic and additionally being bitterly contested, it had been the most prudent tactical move. As such, and considering...
In Bright, Sacred Flames, the village burned. Every last hut had been set on fire. Corpses lay strewn about, blood seeping into the ground; many lay alongside a poorly constructed barricade, some on what had served as a central plaza, some around the tribe's shrine,...