He tasted blood, and he spit it out. Beside him, Xshaeta’s head was hanging limp. Isthubar turned his neck towards the Blightking, hissing at him. With extreme effort, he staggered to his feet. An ugly, blubbering belly laugh greeted him as he once more faced the Blightking.  To the two-headed Tzaangor, it was rare that […]

“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 regroup with their comrades. Instead, and predictably, […]

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 trial yet lay before them. They marched across the Fields of […]

Within Vulkaris, somewhere between the Vexshik Spire and the Realmgate to Chamon, a grand Citadel of dark blue Crystal pulsating with arcane might has arisen from the metallic ground.  This Holy place of Chaos is known as the Citadel of Metamorphosis and is the base of operations of the Templars of Our Burning Saviour in […]

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 of Skaven engineering could be seen glowing in sickly green in the night. “We are in […]