“Who did this?”The Skaven struggled in pain, his extremities broken and limp. It was no challenge to make him talk; it was obvious the coward had seen too much already.The Templars had followed the fleeing plague monks to this clearing, where the skaven had tried to...
Three days. That was how long Rittichik had been cowering in the hole he'd dug into the dirt under a pile of fallen tree trunks, waiting for the dust to settle enough to be able to get his bearings. Stale fear-musk filled his nostrils, the earth around him soaked with...
Breathing harshly, Rittichik reached out a shaky paw and finally, after much digging, unearthed himself from the dirt and debris.For several weeks, on the orders Arch-Warlock Laskitt Gear-Slash, he'd been leading his cadre of Acolyte-Trainees around, following other...
The day of Judgement was upon them. Clearly, the Templars could witness its arrival with the cold white streaks of the meteor showers as they impacted upon Vulkaris. Anathema. With all the battles fought in Vulkaris, the creation of the Citadel, the most important...
The skies over Vulkaris darken as the heavens split with an otherworldly crack, as a roar rips across the continent. It does not take long for the source of this calamity to reveal itself as a super-massive nullstone meteor shower. These stones, cold and unyielding,...
Upon a vast formation of metallic rocks overlooking the landscape below, Templar Champions Xshaeta the Observant and Isthubar the Steadfast stood next to the Fyreslayer Gelvan Brazenmantle, their attention mostly directed at the Spire of Vexshik. The eldritch wonders...
"Aim-fire on that group of she-aelves mom!" Demanded Ratsputin while pointing his staff at a charging group of sisters of slaughter. "Yes-yes bless the the holy rain of filth and show them the way my bothers" proclaims plague bishop Slinkwhisker has the plague claw...
Ship's Log of Enskeri Runesworn, Grumblefleet Admiral and Cartographer Log Entry 234: The Metallic Caverns, near the Vexshik Spire The Vexshik Spire looms before us, its machinations grinding endlessly. This spire does not just change the environment—it commands it....
The ashes ran through their gauntleted claws as they looked down upon the empty husk of red armour. Had their beaks the capability to smile, the two-headed Tzaangor would have.“Conrad! Come down here darling, I have cornered their leader in the cave!” Xshaeta cried...
Their sharp, clawed golden gauntlet dragged the ruined remnants of a Blissbarb archer along, dropping it before her onto the cavern’s uneven ground.“I’d suggest we skip this dreadfully boorish diversion.” The Tzaangor crusader spoke. “Your minions have pestered His...
With some effort, Xshaeta wedged their battleaxe free from the skull of the Saurus warrior lying at the two-headed Tzaangor's feet.It has been days of the Seraphon harassing them, attacking from different directions, tying the Templars down in melee, preventing them...
Vulkaris, a continent edgeward of the Great Parch, was once a land of extremes. Although its sky was often choked with ash from the many volcanoes that dotted the landscape, amidst this harshness, life thrived - for Vulkaris was a land blessed by the presence of four...