In the last year of the second Millenium, five hundred years before the rule of the most benevilent Emperor Karl Franz, there fell a time unlike any other. Just as they had before the birth of divine Sigmar, the wings of fire in the sky again heralded the coming of great things - the coming of Plage, the coming of War, the coming of Pestilence and Hunger
Though its unholy name is now stricken from the records of the Great Library at Altdorf, and its ruins razed by Magnus the Saviour of the Empire, I would tell you the tale of the cursed city, brought low by the wrath of gods.
I would tell you the tale of... |
