At one point the forest here had grown dense, teaming with life a startling juxtaposition next to the intense stonework of Hammerhal. What had started as a few uprooted trees and a scattering of ill-maintained tents had swollen to the size of a small city. Those who dared to venture from their homes in the hunt for food and supplies risked death at the hands of the wandering undead or the ruthless mobs of the Frostlord.īeyond the city walls, the roars of the Ogor encampment carried through the air. Great rifts of snow and ice blocked entire streets, turning the city into a perilous maze of starvation and war.
The bitter wind that had marked the arrival of the Ogor invasion had, over time grown into a furious blizzard. “Who bears the conviction to drive back the evil?”įor all that had been brought to bear upon Hammerhal Ghyra over the previous weeks, the city remained broken yet standing in defiance of the enemies that now swarmed through its streets, like fleas upon a rodent. “Brothers we are needed.” Aventis’ voiced rolled like thunder across the heavens. “News from Aqshy, the Daemons have begun to fight amongst themselves!” “Sire.” instantly Aventis attention was drawn away from mesmerising shimmer that rippled in the Aethersea’s wake and back to the moment at hand. With one swift manoeuvre, Volturnos finds himself atop Uasall, the beasts’ multi-faceted tail lashing out with tremendous force before disappearing upon the tide of the Aethersea surrounded by his Idoneth warriors. His movements reminiscent of that of a man, but with an exacting quality no human could possess.
The High King doesn’t break his stride as he cuts through the rank and file legions of Stormcast Eternals. “Our debt to you is repaid, Firestrike, do not call upon me again.” Stepping over the bodies of the lost, High King Volturnos moved silently, Aventis only aware of the ancient Aelves presence at the last moment.
Entire districts lay in ruin, bodies of fallen Free People and the forces of the Frostlord littered the streets. This day has carried with it enough loss already” Aventis’ normally unyielding tone, softened, if only for a moment.Īs Sigmar’s light broke across the rest of Hammerhal Ghyra, the devastation wrought upon the city was clear for all to see.
“No, they are broken and I would not see more of our brothers returned to the Anvils of Azyr. “Should we give chase, Magister?” called a voice from within the ranks of the Stormcast warriors. “Only the faithful.” The chorus of Stormcast Eternals echoed back in immediate acknowledgement, their hammers glistening in the ever growing light of day. “Who bears the conviction to drive back the evil?” Aventis Firestrike’s voice boomed across the broken remains of the once great city, raising the Staff of Hammerhal skyward.
Shielding their eyes from the light’s full intensity, Vorgrun Loshar and his remaining Ogors turned and fled. Delicate flakes of snow drifted on a breeze, before dissolving under the intense sunlight that now bore its way through the clouds above the city. Over the next four weeks take part in our Fists of Winter Digital Campaign and stop back here every Monday to learn more about the story that leads up to these ferocious battles.Īs quickly as the storm had risen, it receded. With Hammerhal set firmly in their sights The Fists of Winter prepare themselves for a succulent feast. Frostlord Vorgrun Loshar and his Ogor warriors have spent many years in the hunt for the ultimate conquest.