A true believer in Nagash, Ptolemy’s armies clatter across the Mortal Realms, giving the choice to all they encounter: Kneel before death, or join him in it.
(Detailed lore to come)
Middle of the road
‘Sigrid stood at the gates to the inner city, clutching her gun tightly as the people gathered around before the regiment. They all looked rabid and malnourished as they clutched makeshift weapons. They yelled things and threw objects at the gates. The crowd grew louder and larger, and they threw more stones and loose pipes. Until a gunshot sounded, and a man in front of her fell. The crowd roared, and she was swept up in a flood of bodies.’
