Bubonix Bilepox felt pain. It wasn’t anything new for him, he was in pain constantly since he accepted Grandfather’s gifts. It stopped being unpleasant years ago. But this one… this was different. Wound left by that accursed blade wasn’t healing. And it burned. Burned with the fire of the stars themselves. How did he find himself in such situation…
Lord Maggothelm gave them a simple task – patrolling the nearby forest. Not the most pleasant of assignments, considering how loathsomely pristine it was, but at least less dangerous than last battle against those weird Tzaangors in gold armour. Or so he thought…
Festrax died first, pierced by an arrow. It then exploded, freezing instantly Rotmarsh and Wormgut. Before Bubonix could react, a teal-armoured warrior jumped out of the bushes and stabbed Vileblight in the neck. She survived thousands of such wounds, but some magic of the dagger burned away her flesh.
Furious, Bubonix struck her killer with his sword. Their armour protected them, but the impact knocked them down. He recognised the assailant – Stormcast Eternal, one of Sigmar’s lapdogs.
„Grossboil, Pustulax!” he shouted to the remaining warriors of his warband. „Hold them down, they will pay for this!” Two Blightkings lifted the Stormcast from the ground. Bubonix raised his sword like executioner’s axe and swung it down.
Two heads hit the ground instead of one. Behind headless bodies of the Blightkings stood another Stormcast with her greatsword soaked in their blood. That was too much for Bubonix. He dropped his sword and started running away. Second Stormcast managed to wound him with thrown dagger, but it did not slow him down.
He did not know how long he had been running. Pain in his wound was getting worse, but he knew that he had to warn Lord Maggothelm. Storm-corpses were here. Sigmar’s interest in the island was not a good sign. He had to warn everyone.
Something hit him in the back with immense force. He fell to the ground, a yellow bile spilling from his body. Above him stood another Stormcast, taller and wider than the other two. Bubonix managed only to weakly say „Wretched storm-corpse…” before the giant picked up his grandhammer and with one swing ended his life.
Sigmar’s chosen have arrived on the island.
