He appeared at the Spire one day unannounced, only the scraping sound of his anvil giving him free passage. A skullgrinder is an honoured person to have in a warband, but his place here is as mysterious as his appearance. He is soft spoken and asks little of others, only for any unique weapons and items from enemies to be gathered for him to use as materials for his next projects. What he is after, he will not say. What his goal is, only one can guess. Even to Lord Aichmos or the Slaughterpriests, he remains an enigma, but one thing is certain: his purpose is clear in his mind and he will accomplish the task he has set to do regardless of the cost.
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...
“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...
Three days. That was how long Rittichik had been cowering in the hole he'd dug into the dirt under a pile of fallen tree trunks, waiting for the dust to settle enough to be able to get his bearings. Stale fear-musk filled his nostrils, the earth around him soaked with...