Rassus Ravenmane looked upon this small city with pride. The Children of the End Times conducted their work from the high rise that was the castle in the large, now dead husk of a tree. They had named it Emmeryn’s Spire. The settlement that wrapped around this large castle was the Stormwolf Bastion. The most outer ring of this settlement held places of business and trade, while the inner circle of defense was the residential area. Where the homes belonging to the mortal retinues that had travelled along with the Wolves from Chamon. Some were businessmen, some were survivalists’, but all were pioneers into a new land, with new opportunities. Though they had made their new homes in the Fangwood, both Lucina of the Children of the End Times, and Rassus of the Wolves of Sigmar agreed to not align with the lords of this area, but instead to align themselves with the Huntmaster of the Plains.
Duel at the End of Ash and Sigils
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...
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