A huge bloated man stood over Cargan, armour barely containing his bulging bulk, rusty cleaver dripping with the hunter's lifeblood. Aengellania didn't know what to do. Couldn't know what to do. He turned towards her, gurgling to himself as he raised the cleaver...
“You're going away, Tichi?” Aengellania Heartmender asks this of the skink, not bothering to hide her dismay. The others are silent, though Aengellania can feel their sorrow through the Soulfire they share. "Yes. To Ahramentia. The massstersss have decreed...
A smell of spring wafted through the air obscuring the reek of fly vomit and decomposing battlefield charnel. The season changed from The Reaping to The Burgeoning. Within hours, life returned to Efengie. Plants burst forth, trees grew in the blink of an eye, vines...
The Vale of Efengie knew relative peace at the beginning of the Age of Sigmar. The many small kingdoms in the Vale included all manner of Orruks, Ogors, Chaos worshippers, and even the undead, but despite their fundamental differences, they maintained open...
Swiftly, the season in Efengie turned from Winter to The Reaping, and Nurgle’s plagues took hold on the land. First, the kings of Efengie ordered their troops to return, but as the weeks wore on supplies grew thin. Now, they are at a crossroads. How should they proceed in this more dangerous world?
Tl'uk stood, arrayed around the meeting structure in the High Temple of Chotec. His army had made camp outside the city and intended to stay a day or two before marching back to Xlakana and his home. “Tl'uk,” Itzli-Citlalli implored him from across the room, “you must...
"Hello! Problem. Problem. Hello. Problem. Problemproblem! Problem." Ortus was accustomed to mountain spirits in Ymetrica. They tended to think in geologic time, and he appreciated their measured, thorough responses in conversation. River spirits like this one tried...
A frown graced the normally neutral face of Lar'yan the Scrivener as he stalked up the hill towards a clearing in the forest to the Southeast of Tlacopan. Storyteller, scribe, writer, historian, all of these words served to describe Lar'yan. He was something of an...
Tl’uk, Old-blood and leader of the army of Xlakana, had led the combined forces of the Xlakana and Chotec down the Blade Tooth Mountains. The army moved swiftly, but he knew that they were not fast enough.
The air was humid and heavy as it entered through Meveha’s nostrils and into her lungs, the air here was different. This wasn’t her first time into the valley, in fact she made regular patrols in the southern plains and eastern region of hills, highlands and...
“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” Claney Beamard, Unwavering Guardian of the Forge Eternal and first Knight-Defensor of Sigmar, turned his face from the clear sky and looked down at his companion. The Skink Starpriest’s eyes were closed, his slim,...
Even with his ability to call on the great green hand of Gork to speed things up, it took Jyrrud the better part of two hours to reach the nearest Seraphon settlement in the valley. That turned out to be the great walled city of Tlacopan. Someone approaching the city...
*News from Tlacopan! Highlights all the major happenings in Tlacopan, specifically in regards to Itzli-Citlalli and Tak’to. As the leaders of the strongest power in the valley their decrees and actions can affect all in the valley, from a single Grot to a whole...
The strongest and wisest of the Star Priests and lone pupil of Itzli-Citlalli, Tak’to wields and understands life magic like Saurus knows weaponry and warfare. Although Itzli was the first to unlock the magic seeping out of the Lustrum node with the help of the High...
Leader of the Lustrated Temple host and ancient even compared to many other beings, even the Gods. An original survivor of the World-that-Was Itzli has seen a world crumble, and those visions fuel his determination to stop Chaos from succeeding again. With the Power...
It was a good day for fishing, all things considered. Sure, another report came out today to be watching for weird creatures round the banks, but today was an "off" day for Hedrig. He sat on his canoe in the middle of the river as his fishing line rested against the...
Lazy and languid, the waters of the Lustrare river slipped through the forest, leaving their mark on the entire valley in some way. Beneath the trees, for example, the waters and the humid, yet cooler air that hovered over the river's surface allowed for the growth of...
The rumours had been growing over the past few weeks. Xlakana’s Priests had been told of the missing humans, and the missing Seraphon, obviously, but so far they had done nothing. Those that called the Lustrare Valley home sometimes got lost, even skinks. It was a...
'Welcome, binding, to Hammerhal Ghya' the Stormcast says, welcoming Raith, Verbric, and Xiao as they pass through the massive Stormrift gate in the middle of Hammerhal, the legendary Twin-tailed city. The three of them find themselves, newly bound, in a city none of...