Unknown where he came from or his purpose, this being lives only for slaughter. He has massacred armies by the thousands, rending through flesh and bone as if a farmer’s scythe through a field of grass. He speaks no words and is seen as a menace by many that would call him ally. The only sounds that he makes are guttural noises and malicious laughter when he is deepest in the enemy lines and surrounded by screaming bodies.

He appeared at the Spire one day unannounced, only the scraping sound of his anvil giving him free passage. A skullgrinder is an honoured person to have in a warband, but his place here is as mysterious as his appearance. He is soft spoken and asks little of others, only for any unique weapons and items from enemies to be gathered for him to use as materials for his next projects. What he is after, he will not say. What his goal is, only one can guess. Even to Lord Aichmos or the Slaughterpriests, he remains an enigma, but one thing is certain: his purpose is clear in his mind and he will accomplish the task he has set to do regardless of the cost.

 

Aichmos was a mighty chaos lord serving under the banner of khorne long before he ended up in the interstice. His Bloodtide warband roved the plains of Aqshy, conquering any bastion of civilization he would come across, claiming skulls and spilling blood for his glorious patron. But this was ground to a halt when the Stormcast began to appear.

Shimmering lines etch the air as the sunsets. At first, all anyone can see is the ziggurat’s faint outline, but gradually the stepped levels become clear, then the steep stairways, then...