The White Void. The burial ground of Gods. Where one still wanders the frozen wastes, seeking to reclaim the domain that was once their’s. Before there was Nagash, there were many Gods of death. Some gatekeepers and shepherds, protecting their flock from the living. Others despots and sadists, tormenting those weaker and less wicked than they. All met the same fate when the Great Necromancer came to their corner of Shyish. Their domains stolen, their people taken, and their bodies disposed of in the frozen wastes. The White Void.
But there are tales of one God still living in those ice blasted wastes. A great beast, who’s entropy would bring silence to the Mortal Realms. An end to all, living or dead. Those tribes who live in the shadow of this God Beast seek only the destruction of Order, both the eternal schemes of Nagash and the machinations of the God King Sigmar who aided the Necromacer’s conquests. These matriarchal tribes pay tribute to the shadow of Rymrgand, paying no notice to their true Master casting the shadow.
