Khardihr, the city of cogs and steam grounded into the muddy mawed dirt. The once shining ingenuity of mortalkind now accepting bribes from the Seraphon for untold power, this sad excuse for a crusade to survive will only leave soot and ash once Rhondol finally swallows it whole. The smoke that rises with the breathing […]

Hitting the senses like the faint smell of almonds emanating from the drab clothing of the lurking privateers marching in formation through the newly clear cobbed catacombs of the Castle of Silk, with two carts with dark exteriors with purple walls adorned in spikes being hauled along with the flanking privateers as the first one […]

The Mountains of Maraz are quiet today for lack of a better word, while Rondhol is always in dissarray where the lair of Gondrysdassnir is located things have been mostly been mild interactions with the recent additions of the gargants which have aligned themselves to the Claws of Gond. The quiet punching of hammers into […]

Deep in the inner reaches of the Mountains of Maraz smoke bubbles subtly throughout the cold, with two towering peaks of ever pouring magma. One of the many hammer falls of the great battle of Sigmar and Gorkamorka now pours magma from the dormant volcano that slumbers underneath as it bleeds out onto the surface, […]

Gondrysdassnir’s scales flaked against the cold of the Mountains of Maraz, this place has been more than trouble than he would’ve guessed with roaming orruks, the weather beating down on his privateers, and most of all annoying to his senses as his fumes keep coming into his face as he for once in a blue […]