“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...
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...