The war ravaged lands were silent, not a single Beastmen raid nor Chaos assault had occurred for one blessed night, and the kingdoms of the World have found a small and brief peace before the inevitable battle that is to follow. Even the Skaven needed time to recoup the kind of losses they had suffered In the past months and that time had run out. Long had Lileath been away from the children she loved as her own. King Behedesh maintained the advantage, but his army could not deliver a decisive blow. As the distant figures of Todbringer and his retinue vanished into the gloom of the tree line, the remaining Knights of the White Wolf fell back to the city once again. axes clutched tight, eyes burning with maniacal rage. As the Elven host of Regent Tyrion fell upon the sandy shores of Reaver's Mark intent on advancing to the Shrine of Khaine, a hidden Dark Elven host many time's Tyrion's own army had sprung their trap. The Kingdom of Kislev is in flames. He had known defeat too many times before, and at this final moment in his life, the Phoenix King knew that he would refused to meet with another. Begging forgiveness, Aislinn committed his whole fleet to the evacuation. The world now is destined to be consumed by fire and ruin, were it not for the sacrifice of one last unsung hero. They didn't balk at necessary sacrifice. The first treasure he sought was a unique "Mark of Chaos" that bore the blessings of all four powers in unison. Verminlord Lurklox of the Shadow Council of Thirteen, came to the Warlord and told Queek that he has come to aid him in his final victory over the Dwarfs. There wasn't time to dwell upon such matters, for the minds of the Mage-Priest were preoccupied with events taking place elsewhere. Despite attacking the Empire when it was at its most weakest, those Clans sent to invade were also the weakest and most incompetent of the lot. Finally, at his mighty Throne room, the High King had finally decided to take the fight to the enemy. Even under the shower of enemy fire, the Undead continued their advance. With a flash, half of the great Army of the Sun had teleported itself within the city of Itza, leaving the rest to make a last stand upon the Obsidian Column, giving the city the time it needs. The final battle for Mankind had begun and it is here that the Men of the Old World will either stand or fall. It would've ended there, were it not for Bel-Shanaar slamming his staff upon the ground and rose aloft from a column of crackling light to stand in the spectres path, killing both in the process. Valten had been slain, and he, Supreme Patriarch of the Colleges of Magic, host to the last spark of Ulric's godly power. Statues had been hurled down and smashed to ruin, daubed with profane symbols. On the massive island continent of Ulthuan, discontent ran rife amongst the noble courtiers of the Phoenix King. The ground beneath Dorghar's hooves writhed, sparks curling lazily up from cracks that split the stone. Seeing these might rulers at the side of Malekith, all the Elves whose hearts were wavered and arms tired fought newfound strength and purpose in their cause. Yet even as Middenlanders stormed into the charnel fortifications, they were far too late. Boyar Syrgei Tannarov of Chebokov, warned the Emperor that the lands of the northern and western Bolgasgrad has fallen and are awashed by a sea of barbarians. Since then, every few hundred years, the Gods of Chaos would reach out their hands towards this dying world and demand a claim of it as their own. Finally, Kur'gath managed to lumber towards the last line of the wounded survivors and crazed flagellants protecting a kneeling praying High Priestess of Shallya. The Aestyrion, meaning Sons of Tyrion, fought with a fanatical zeal which saw the Siege of Tesselia drowned in waves of wild magic just as it was captured. Using his magic, Kranskritt closed up all the Goblin tunnels, trapping the Greenskins inside whilst the Dwarfs and Ogres retreated. The great Slayer King walked the halls of his deceased kingdom, now a tomb for all he once strove to protect. But as Count Hertwig carried himself deeper into the Horde, he was set upon by Festak Krann, the foul Warlord of the Rotting Hordes. Out of nowhere, Mundvard the Cruel, Vampire Lord of Marienburg emerged from his hiding and awakened every single dead from their slumber to slaughter the hated Northmen. He ran towards the apothecary yet, as he was tangled by a leech thrown at him, he made a barrel roll and plunged his holy sword deep into his gut. he promised. And yet even the Chaos Gods underestimated the volatility of the ratmen, for they were ready to unleash forces far beyond their comprehensions, forces that would destroy....everything. Under-tunneled and overrun, every major city was now a blasted ruin over which a ragged clan banner openly flew. To the East, the Daemon armies of Epidemus made a headlong charge towards the wedge of four mighty Steamtanks hissing and roaring towards them. Following his coronation as Regent of Ulthuan, Tyrion began his duties as the ruler of his entire people. Those that held true to the rightful King gathered together next to their fallen king, praying for salvation. It seemed hopeless. [3h], The eastern High Elven flank was made up of mistwalkers and the Knights of Tor Gaval whilst to the west, the grim warriors of Nagarythe sharpened their blades for war, led by their leader Alith Anar, the Shadow King. The last and smallest invasion force prowled the waters off the coast of the Gulf of Kislev, at the very mouth of the embattled port-city of Erengrad. Gathering his most loyal and battle-hardened chieftains into the fold, Warlord Feskit has amassed a massive force behind the bone-gates of his fortress, promising those who are successful with great plunder and glory for him and the clan.As the Undead forced their way deeper into the Mordkin territory, the bone-gates of the Fortress swung open and a horde of clanrats and stormvermin battalions rushed out and funneled their way into the tunnel networks. [3b], Though nearly one-third of Malekith's army was lost on the journey, the Witch King continued on with silent determination, going as far as to isolate himself from his generals. Total War Warhammer Ii Wikipedia Nakai the wanderer spirit of the jungle all cinematic/ending warhammer 2 total war dlc the hunter & the beast is the latest lords pack for total war. In these terrible days all men were brothers In the fight against the dark and any distrust there might once have been between Ulricans and Sigmarites was set aside. Outburst quickly fell upon poor Thanquol as the other Grey Seers blamed Thanquol for all the wrong-doings that has been done upon them, as something always seems to have gone wrong when Thanquol is around to see it. From his saddle, he could see the great breach within the walls of the Auric Bastion. The Bloodied Horde has already breached the first layer of Naggaroth's defences. The Screaming Bell soon followed, and upon its twelfth stroke, Thanquol invoked a spell of despair and fear upon the entire city. [1b] Some tribes left for the south or fought against each other to quench their battle-lust, but Archaon did not intervene, for he knew that those that stayed their hands were the strongest of will and strength, and would follow the Everchosen to the very end. The Supreme Patriarch snarled as the wrath of the wild swept through him. The moment Valten and Martak seated themselves, the Elector Count launched into an immediate diatribe. Thorgrim was chilled at how easily the skaven seemed to slaughter his warriors, spinning and leaping. With the Undead forces advancing towards the line, the Bretonnian skirmishers fell back behind the shieldwalls of the Rapscallards. Without the sun, King Kalhazzar could see nothing. To the east, the men of Averland and Ostermark were giving ground, facing the roaring slaughterhrute and the chosen of the Glorysworn. while from below the sounds drew howling war cries and the thunder of drums. Not even the stout Dwarfs had the time and men to lend their aid towards the Empire, for they too have been beset by a nightmarish hordes from the tunnel depths. Their return fire blasted the stormvermin around Claw to bits. Like the heroes of old, each Dwarf felled dozens of the Undead before they too fell, making one final last stand beside their great King. Arkhan and Kemmler used their combined magical might to resurrect the fallen dead as quickly as they were killed, and soon the attrition the bombardment inflicted upon the Undead horde was reduced to a mere annoyance. Just then, the Harbinger's own Jabbersythe entered the fray and plunked the Shaman into its mouth like some kind of frog. As the Skeletons reached within range, Imperial handgunners opened fire with scores of skeletons falling into shattered bones. The Vampiric line was holding against the onslaught, but then the Ushabti formation came forward and opened a breach within their defences. Following the defeat of Eagle Gates, what remains of the Caledorian Dragon Riders allowed the survivors to flee from its ramparts, unable to bring themselves to enact needless slaughter. This was no marauding band of raiders, come to burn and pillage. The city was slowly barricade with fire or with blades as every inhabitant was roused on the warpath. So it was that Valten proposed a diversionary sortie. Prince Imrik of Caledor called for the election of a new Phoenix King to guide the war effort. Yet the defenders had been caught off guard: with the gatehouse garrisons slaughtered, the barrage of fire was far thinner than it should have been. As Archaon pounded towards him, Weissberg urged his steed into a swift sidestep. A Chaos Giant's torso was blown wide open whilst another had half his face and all his eyes burnt away, the creature still hammering at the gates until life finally left it. Across the world, the Skaven had risen. Now he would complete the humbling of this jumped-up fool. Archaon was unafraid, and marched off alone with his steed into the darkness. Just off the coast of Estalia, Luthor Harkon, Mortarch of the Abyss and Pirate King of the Vampire Coast had arrived with a massive armada of rotting vessels from every nearly every era of every sea-faring nation. [1q], Mistress Imentet, favoured of all handmaidens, directed a contingent of spirits and dire wolves to form a rearguard to eliminate the Wolf Riders. [4f], Unable to break through the larger Temples, Lord Blistrox came upon the Temple of Infinite Circuits where he unexpectedly found Lord Hua-Hua, Visionary of the Third Spawning. Weaponless and alone, Malekith spat blood as he hauled himself upright whilst his executioner approached, a triumphant snarl hooked into his ravaged lips. However, Prince Imrik pride and arrogance were matched only by his hatred of Tyrion, and all Tyrion's messengers were forced to turn back empty-handed. One team had been assigned to each gatehouse, the Clan Eshin elite ordered to avoid contact with the enemy at all costs. Drums rattled and horns blared. The Empire of Man, the greatest Human Kingdom in the Old World, has fought long and hard against the growing darkness that gathers beyond their borders, yet now the walls have fallen, and now the barbarians are flooding into the lands of Sigmar's realm like that of a great and bloodthirsty tide. The charge of the Swords of Chaos had crushed the front ranks, yet beneath Valten's watchful eye the men of Middenheim held. As the bodily broken Korhil, his legs a tangled mess of bone and sinew, was dragged towards the altar by Morathi's handmaidens, he made one last desperate plea to Tyrion, begging him to see what he has become before its too late. Piles of accusation were spit out, and Teclis confirmed each and every one. Within moments, all across the Chasm, squip-pipes and the roars of Cave Beast echoed through the battle as hordes upon hordes of Goblins, Squigs and Trolls burst out of the caves on either side of the Chasm. Nakai began speaking at 2:30 p.m. and turned over the stage to MacDonald at 7 p.m. MacDonald then spoke until 9:30 p.m. (Nakai probably didn’t speak the … With the signal sounded, the Sphinx Legion of Numas, the Crimson Guard and the Bone Giants of Bhagar marched in unison towards the edge of the river, whilst legions of Skeleton Archers provided covering fire. The army which stands within its walls are the greatest and most battle-hardened warriors the Old World has left, Imperial soldiers that had lived and fought through dozens of battles against daemons and evil men. She urged Araloth to rescue Shallya, for she is the key to the survival of Mankind, whose fate is tied closely to their own race. But something ominous soon covered the entire battlefield. Now, Neferata had returned to Lahmia, not to reclaim it, but to finally bury it once and for all. Great clouds of dust swept across the desert as minarets were torn down and temples shaken apart by tremors loosed through the rock. Martak opened his eyes, revealing the eerie yellow irises of a wolf. Yet while they expected a mighty army to invade, they did not expect the small warband of warriors the Maggot Riders had to be the ones who would usher in their downfall. a giant of a man with a wolfskin helm and a long white beard. In an instant. The men of the Winterbite Brigade and the Greygate Guard gave yells of their own, bravado masking their fear. [3h], Malhandir, Tyrion's steed bore him away from the blast and in response, Tyrion shot Sunfang in opposition, releasing its own flame. [1d], The clashes between the Elven and Daemonic armies led to the loss of many thousands of irreplaceable Elven lives and fighting spread across all the kingdoms save for the fallen Kingdom of Nargarythe. Due to their affinity with winter mountain ranges, what would've seemed utter suicide by most mortal armies saw the half-daemon army of Chaos Warrior survive chimera attacks, avalanches and hostile blizzards. roaring beasts and snorting, stamping steeds. Corpses were piled high into gory mountains of carrion that rivalled the city walls in height and, with no ceremony, were set alight. Note: You are reading this message either because you do not have a standards-compliant browser, or because you can not see our css files. The Glottkin brothers, Otto Glott, Ethrac Glott, and Ghurek Glott. the Supreme Patriarch stripped reserves of state troops from their staging points in arched underground chambers. Upon his mangled mouth, a missive was shown and read by Grand Theogonist Volkmar the Grim. With this declaration, the spear-wall caging Belegar opened wide as Queek Headtaker proudly displayed himself to him, speaking mockingly in the ancient and sacred tongue of Khazalid. One noble however, Prince Dalloran of Cothique, objected over one particular act of hunting down High Elven prisoners as sports, which resulted in the Prince's untimely end by unknown means. The third Aracknarok, ridden by a Goblin Shaman known as Tinitt Four-Eyes, was stomping through the Chaos Warriors before crouching and then jumping, soaring through the air before landing upon the Chaos Knights. Swallowing his pride, the Vampire Count sent an envoy and pleaded the Pirate King for his aid. But the Empire was ravaged, war was upon the northern horizon and the Hordes of Chaos clamour at its gates. Vilitch the Curseling walked between the menacing rows of Chaos knights. The Burning Legion Vs Lizardmen By Scarecrowsmainfan On Deviantart The wanderer (soon tae kim). Bonfires burned throughout the camp, scattered infernos that tilled the air with stinging sparks, and the acrid stink of wood smoke and burning flesh. Gutrot's right-hand, Eogric the Vile, led a second group on a parallel course. What sense was there in resisting? The streets became thick with brutal fighting and the battle continues to not only spread outward but always upward. Archaon then delved deep into their shattered necropolis until he found the Tomb of Morkar and the armour he sought. Mannfred had spies everywhere, and the Vampire knew that should these forces merge together, there would be nothing stopping them. Morathi watched as Tyrion battled her only son to the death, having little love left for the only child she had ever borne. High Queen Khalida, ruler of Lybaras the City of Asaph, awoken the moment the darkness reached the outskirts of her kingdom and led her legions towards the Charnel Valley alongside King Tharruk, ruler of Mahrak the City of Decay. Ulric's power surged down it to blacken the flesh of Kairos' arms, its bitter cold beginning to unmake the daemon's unnatural flesh. [1t], Yet the hordes were disorganised, and all their forces were directed solely towards the centre of the Imperial battleline, leaving their flanks exposed. Broken and in disarray even before battle had begun, the Host of Crusaders thundered past the first broken line and smashed again and again to the second and third. Soon, all recognised the ultimate supremacy of Clan Skyre. Yet once again. Like a wave crashing against a wall of sand, the seawall tumbled into the ground and the dark growth began to infect the entire city just as the armada made landfall. The vast moon soon pulsated with an eerie green glow and as night fell, the entire jungle continent of Lustria was lit by its presence, and to those that look skyward, they marked the moon growing the largest it has ever been in the history of the entire World. The host of change gathered before their master, their numbers ever-growing as they awaited Karios signal to attack the imperial city. Bleating, bleeding, and feasting en masse, these vile creatures celebrated whilst in the heavens, the Chaos Moon eclipsed its larger brother, creating with it a halo of light with a core of darkness in the night sky. One by one, each White Lion made a final stand before dying with spears piercing their chest. Prince Dalroths headless body lay beside his sister, his executioner moving on with great-axe and Lions Cloak, the spirit of Korhil not even so much as recognizing whom he had slain. Despite months of preparation, invasions that were meant to undermine entire cities never happened at all. No challenge remained in those hollow orbits. Being the last of the Dwarfen Holds, armies of Skaven numbering in the millions from all across the Old World now converge upon its gates, led by the infamous Warlord Queek Headtaker. Even as the Puremane Company made half the distance to a nearby Shrine for cover, the Dark Riders of the Ravenspears have already caught them in their tracks. Thanquol. Having fought alongside Malloube during the Bretonnian Civil War, Krell and Kemmlers support would be instrumental for the battles ahead. Great stores of magical weapons had finally been unsealed, warmachines the numbers and likes of which had never been unleashed have now been entrenched in every tunnel and passageways. [4d], Following the total annihilation of both the City of Tlaxtlan and the Skaven invaders that were sent there, the remaining Skaven spearheads have redirected their remaining forces to attack the next series of cities that stood in their way. Borne south upon the howling winds, the boom of drums and the blare of brazen horns could be heard for many miles. Together they sailed to a mysterious land populated with savage half-humans. [1o], Within the ritual itself, Arkhan the Black had completed the first stage of the summoning. At this signal, the walls of the city turned alive as animated statues tore themselves from the walls whilst legions of Skeletal warriors awoke from their slumber and burst forth from their crypts or beneath the sands. Again and again, thousands upon thousands of warriors were crushed or hacked by blades and stone. Yet just before the Undead Lords met the lines, Malekiths laughter echoed across the battlefield, and with a great voice he demanded the Kings of Ulthuan to submit themselves before the rightful successor to the throne of Elvenkind. Many still fight on, brave souls lead by mighty heroes as they try to weather the coming storm and hold on to everything they've ever held dear like they've have so many times before. Unlike the mindless assaults perpetrated by Plaguelord Kreegix during the Fall of Tlaxtlan, the Skaven armies under Plaguelord Gritch, the Great Potentate of Pustulates, and the newly promoted Plaguelord Grilok knew that such a tactic upon the greatest fortress-city in Lustria would lead to a genocide, and as such a different tactic was issued. Hapusneb, most ancient of Behedesh's Liche Priest summoned a spell which saw the ground beneath the Blood Knights burst into life as swarms of Khepra beetles and stinging Numak scorpions scuttled their way inside the joints and chinks of their enemies armour, sending the Knights into ignoble death. [1k], A map showing the movement of Mannfred's army, Once beyond the borders of Sylvania, Mannfred and Arkhan found it logical to split their forces up in order to recover the remaining Artifacts faster without attracting too much attention. The water, air and food offered is pristine- free of chemicals and pollutants. As the ships made landfall, the Elven devastated the Dark Elven garrison as the Merwyrms made a blood feast of them. Cannons boomed and helblasters thundered as they swept courtyards and junctions clear time and again. [1s], Finally, after much laboring through the night, he found a disturbance taking place within Castle Rackspire upon the foot of the World's Edge Mountains known to the Imperials as Helsreach. When Malekith at last returned in the third month of the siege, he wasted no time. Far to the north, Tyrion and Morathi stood within their tents contemplating the events of the last battle. When at last she spotted her sibling, she let out a cry of recognition and sent tendrils of dark magic to drag her brother towards her, Dalroths begging for her mercy. We are minutes from world class restaurants, cafes, artists No invader since the dawn of time, neither demons nor greenskins, had managed to breach its gates. The Everchosen parried with the Slayer of Kings and sparks exploded as the two weapons clashed. As the Daemon raised its blade, Louen burst from the archway and pushed the Priestess aside. Upon their ship, the Vulfbite, the small vessel sailed through the waters with extreme caution, bypassing the reaving fleets of the High Elves and gave a wide berth to the massive cannon-entrenched sea-fortresses of Ostland. Attacker There was simply no denying it. Saphery was next, and it too fell as their mages were engulfed by dragonfire. Finally, the brave Knights reached their destination, and by then, half of them were dead. The hundreds of lightning cannons in the skaven train were pushed into range and set up under fire. [1t], Within minutes, the center of the Imperial line was struck by the barbarians like a lightning bolt, with already five whole regiments of elite Imperial soldiers lost in the brutal melee. Yet with his unholy resilience, the Daemon grabbed the machine and lurched it to its side. At the peak of the fighting Mannfred left the battlefield, his attention drawn away after witnessing something happening within the Vargavian Mountains. His axe sent the head of a rat ogre spinning away. An endless black tide, they swept out to the cast and west, marching on to encircle the city in a living noose of armoured bodies. With every passing moment, the greenish-yellow fog that permeated the streets grew so thick that no one could see more than a few feet from them. With a last spell which sent a howling wind blast of death sweeping across the Tomb King's lines, Mannfred left his lieutenant, Von Grecht to his fate and fled the battle. Even as the Shrine became besieged by the Fleets of Aislinn, the Phoenix Guards and Imirik's Dragon Riders stood firm and held them back. After the destruction, the only survivor that were left were the Lizardmen column nearest to the magical protection of the city's last surviving Mage-Priest, Lord Adohi-Tehga, who had just awoken mere moments after the explosion. Nothing but arid wind and shifting sands moved across the deserts of Nehekhara, the Land of the Dead. It was theorised by the earliest generations of Warlock Engineers that the Chaos Moon Morrslieb is actually made entirely of pure Warpstone, proposing to the Council that he shall gather a coven of the most powerful Grey Seers and draw the Chaos moon closer to the world, allowing a greater influx of magical energies to the Under-Empires many spell-casters, and give the Skaven populace unnatural vitality. Occasionally, flocks of Skink Terradon-riders would fly out of the city and shower the enemy with rocks, arrows and darts. Instead of attacking as a single colossal horde, a rivalry between Plaguelord Skrimanx, Archdeacon of Disease and Plaguelord Blistrox, Spreader of the Word has resulted in two separate attacks coming from the north and south, hoping to penetrate the unnatural fog that forever clings to the Second City of the Lizardmen. [1o], Like a mighty thunderbolt, the Elven host of the Athel Tamarha Faithbearers and the Sentinels of Astrail crashed into Undead host with such a ferocity that could've destroyed mortal armies. However, the Dukes mad rage at the lost of his Dukedom and the hatred he had for the Undead proved his downfall as he drove far too deep into the Undead ranks where he finally fell in battle by his arch-enemy Kemmler. Nevertheless, though many remain untrustful of Malekith, none could deny his determination to protect his new realm. The Hordes of the Under-Empire launches their attack. [3c], When the Dark Elves arrived at dawn, their armies did not had time for a siege and instead made a headlong rush towards the breaches already made. But as ultimate victory was within their very grasp, a foul stench filled the very air as another horde marches over the breach. Those which journeyed southward were confronted by Malus Darkblade and the cold-hearted legions of Hag Graef, painting the Dark Road red with the blood of the invaders. Where Do I Live Google Maps – For users of maps embed api, google uses cookies to determine the number of unique users of the api. What remained of the Empire's strength sheltered behind the city's sturdy walls. [3a], To the north-west of Ulthuan, upon the cold and harsh shores of Naggaroth, a second Chaos army of Khornate followers marched south from the Chaos waste almost at the same time the daemonic hordes of N'kari invaded the lands of Ulthuan. With his death, the Daemons lost their vigour and were as slow as any sickly creature. Already the shaman was aloft once more. Results Despite the city contaminated by a mist of corruption, the Lizardmen, their scales slowly withering from the toxins, was ready to die for their cause. The dwarfs drove forward. He and Gregor Martak would lead a force of volunteers northward out of the city, making as much noise and causing as much destruction as possible. With the deal struck, Lurklox finally convinced the mad Headtaker into assaulting the last defences of the Dwarfs. Though causalities were sustained, the second regiment broke ranks and were crushed. Invigorated by his presence, the phalanx of Imperial soldiers braced their spears tighter whilst the front ranks of soldiers drew daggers to plunge it upon the eyes of the Tallyman's Blades, banishing them to the otherworld. However, Crom the Conqueror would not be denied his victory, and soon he fell upon Valten and Huss with a vengeance. The Hawks of the Sea, a legion of one hundred warriors, were the first to charge up the stone stairs towards the Temple summit. The rippling wave of magic scoured away Nurgle's choking taint as it went. Valtens men watched in fear as the great host parted like an ocean. Archaon spurred his steed forward once again, leaning out to stab his blade down at the fallen Valten. Wordlessly, the god poured the last of his strength into the mortal wizard's frame. Archaon quickly realised that the mountain was actually the father of the Dragon Ogre race, Krakanrok the Black. Despite having four powerful Warlord Clans from Clan Gristlecrack, Clan Vrrtkin, Clan Kryxx and Clan Carrion, as well as a contingent of Warlock-Enginners under Great Warlock Skribolt and a pair of Grey Seer advisers to aid them, the first attempted uprising was met with failure even before the Skaven left their tunnels. Caledor spoke to Morathi, demanding her to meet her end with the dignity that is befitting of her heritage. Though Karl Franz still had faith in the Gold Wizard, the Emperor felt that Gelt was slowly losing himself. Or has your brush with the wolf-wizard dimmed your enthusiasm for battle?" Drums thumped and horns blared, hooves clattered upon cobblestones and the wolf-horns of the Ulricsberg howled once again as the army made its way Into Middenheim. The power of Chaos was still rising, the goddess told them, and wove a tale of a world upon the brink of destruction, and of horrors yet to come. and mine alone. Soon, the magically maelstrom above dissipated and colors of blue signaled with it the start of a new day. Cheers rang out from those soldiers who saw Kairos' departure, and Martak's followers redoubled their efforts against the daemonic host. Well, it ended here. Finally, Gutrot Spume fought the Masked Chieftain himself, cleaving the head of his spider mount before grabbing the Goblin with his tentacles. With the intervention of the dead and the selfless death of the Bretonnian lord, the pearl of purity at the heart of the poorest district in Altdorf had been saved and with it, the city's soul. Bugman’s Rangers were few in number, no more than a hundred. There they directed barrages of rockets and mortar fire over the wall and struck the tightly packed hordes with great ferocity. In response, flying cohorts of terradons were amassed and sent to wreak havoc upon the exposed Plague Artillery. The clouds darkened further, forming an oppressive ceiling of darkness that grew lower by the second. Unsupported and caught In the open, the beastman charge was cut to ribbons. One of these, a hunched black raven, had brought him word that the city of Middenheim still held out beneath Ulric's watchful gaze. The Skaven poured from the darkness, a chittering, squealing mass of mangy fur, rusted armour and jagged blades.