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Flesh-Eater Explorer

The golden hosts have come to Concendia, seeking its restoration and salvation. Kings, princes, knights, lords and ladies, all have come to bring stability and peace to the lost island. Commanded by King Alfonso Delfonte Ribiero, these noble warriors have been forced out of their own land as they become barren and lifeless due a mysterious blight non can understand. The apparently unspoilt lost Isle of Concendia looks like it might be the perfect new home for them, if they can unlock its mysteries.

This is one of three explorers seeking to discovery the mystery that lies at the heart of the Concendia as part of Narrative Labs' interactive Age of Sigmar narrative campaign "Path to Glory Discovery" and you can support them through your own submissions and by joining their inner circle of advisors and spies. If you want to join their Inner Circle, head over to Narrative Labs' Discord channel, and post your intent in the Path to Glory Discovery "Join-an-inner-circle" Channel.

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Narrative Labs

Rules:

Do not destroy without permission

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