They had held the valley until, from the north, the armies of Chaos appeared. Massive, black armoured warriors with faceless helms and screaming swords. Ogres twisted and wracked with mutation, so powerful it took ten strong men to bring one down. And sorcerers on flying disks that burned their foes with multi-hued flame. Against such forces, there was no chance of victory. The Empire soldiers could only pull back, holding off their foes long enough for the inhabitants of the valley to retreat.
- From “The Twin Tailed Comet,”
As Morrslieb waxes full, and the forces of Chaos sweep down from the north, reavers threaten a caravan of refugees. Only a witch hunter, a wizard’s apprentice, and a handful of soldiers stand in their way. Can they stand against the dark army that opposes them, or will they become its twisted servants?
The Twin Tailed Comet streaks across the night sky, contrasting against the pale green light of the Chaos Moon.