5/1/2023 0 Comments Blade of darkness mordheim![]() ![]() They seek to find the moon child and preserve the wyrdstone in the holy places where it rests. To further this prophecy the cult of the Possessed wages a terrible war upon all intruders. It will cast down its fathers to suffer as it was made to suffer. The Shadowlord will step through the gate and return to the Realm of Chaos. At that moment the Evil Sun shall rise and the Eye of Terror open. For when this being is found it shall convolute time itself and unshackle the Shadowlord. The child is the door and the child is the key. It dreams of a child, a chaos child, a moon child. ![]() That is where her men must go, into the mouth of madness.ĭeep in the infernal Pit the Shadowlord still slumbers, its horrific consciousness stirring in unsettling motions. ![]() A place said to be filled with wyrdstone. To the east lies the smoking ruins of Mordheim, the city of damnation. He only need the foul material known as wyrdstone to power the contraptions. This ship of wood and iron can destroy her enemies and bring her the long-sought victory. Yet it is she who will be victorious, not the savage nor the drunkard and certainly not the upstart peasant count of rural Sylvania! The Tilean genius Leonardo da Miragliano might just be able to turn the tide of conquest. The long war seems endless, victory slipping through her fingers time after time. Here she was crowned and here she must remain. Against her wishes she has been confined to the Imperial Capital. The aging empress Magritta, Grand Countess of Marienburg, have watched the ongoing wars from Nuln. There his men will find the gold he so desperately needs, there his destiny will finally be forged. But the still smoldering ruins of Mordheim beckons him. His realm is poor and devastated, the prestige of the capital city eclipsed by rural Middenland. But to move against those fools he need gold and men. That a warrior such as he should have to hide while a drunk and a merchant avoided facing the darkness of Sylvania. Humiliation burns him, and it is with hate that he looks upon the other emperors. Pissing himself in terror as the knights of Drachenhof stood silent watch around Middenheim. And yet he had to hide when the count of Sylvania besieged his city and killed his subjects. He is the blessed son of Ulric, the true emperor. And thus, he sends his agents and the unsuspecting soldiers of Reikland into Mordheim, for the lure of wyrdstone is irresistible to all.ĭeep within his lair upon Ulricsberg the Wolf Emperor of Middenland broods. The web spun by Konniger is deep and convoluted, he seeks to ensnare all the lords and ladies of the Empire, manipulating them to advance his plans. He name is Efraim Konniger and he is the true power in Altdorf. He is the Master of Masks, the Red Hand, the Emperor of Crime. Behind this wretch stands a far more dangerous man, unseen but all seeing. Barely literate and only occasionally sober he still seeks to claim the imperial high seat. Ludwig is a man broken down by vice and misfortune. In Altdorf, the Grand Prince of Reikland screams in drunken rage. ![]() Few dares to come near the place, and those that do will learn that this is no place for humans. Chaos crawls in the walls, rats walk on two legs and cannibal mutants stalk intruders. It is a no-go zone for all law-abiding citizens, it is a haven for madmen and traitors. Warpstone blights the land around the city and humanity is losing its hold upon the place. The place still burns and the beings that infect the city has evolved and become even more dangerous. Mordheim, the foulness in Ostermark, rots. Inside the cities foul cults gnaw at the society, leading men into the dark. In the dark forests beastmen call out to their gods and kill with utter contempt. All over the great realm the dead remain unburied, the corpses of heroes and villains, poor and rich rot. Their burning ambition have consumed the Empire in a firestorm of death. Four would be emperors struggle for the right to sit upon the throne of Sigmar. This is an age of tears, of broken oaths and of blood. The fracturing that began with the death of Emperor Mandred in 1152 IC is almost complete. For close to 500 years the great provinces of the disintegrating Empire have burnt with civil war. It is the year 2019 IC and it is a time of anarchy and despair. ![]()
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