The dread horde paused only to lay waste to the northern part of the Tzar’s territory before moving further south. The Chaos forces renewed their assault, and in the space of an hour, the virgin white snow underfoot was turned into a bloodstained slush strewn with the remains of the Kislev and Ostland soldiery.

The Shaggoth known as Kholek Suneater stormed into the fray leading a throng of his Dragon Ogre kin, and the Gryphon Legion were scattered before their fury. But soon the skies blackened, and that hope was quickly extinguished. Nonetheless, a cavalry charge from Kislev’s Gryphon Legion collapsed one enemy flank, and for a moment, hope glimmered in the hearts of men. The Kislevites fought like maddened bears, but the ironclad infantry regiments at the heart of the Chaos host proved nigh unstoppable. Reinforced by the soldiers of the Elector Count of Ostland, the entire army of Kislev moved north to intercept them without delay. This invasion force was spotted by Kislevite outriders who quickly raised the alarm. So it was that the Anointed emerged with an unholy horde so massive that it was like a sea of blades sweeping over the land.Īs winter dug into the northlands, the Chaos host marched south. Kul truly had the favour of all the Chaos Gods, who appeared to have put aside their timeless rivalries and united their armies for the subjugation of the mortal world. Daemonic hosts crossed the veil from the Realm of Chaos and marched to the Anointed’s side, and in the northernmost forests of the Empire, Beastmen gathered in unprecedented numbers. As the shadow fell over Troll Country, all manner of mutant beasts flocked to Kul’s banner, attracted by the unmistakable lure of raw power. He was joined by countless tribes of northern barbarians and roving bands of Warriors of Chaos. Before this irresistible tide, the minions of the Dark Powers gathered, and Kul drew them to his cause. So it was that Kul made ready for war.Īs the gateways that divide worlds swelled with power, a dark shadow spilled southwards, engulfing the wastelands and absorbing them into the Realm of Chaos.

There was no centralised authority to oppose him, for the Empire was currently divided between its squabbling Elector Counts. Few doubted that the Empire lay under a curse, and whom else but the Ruinous Powers could be responsible for such a catalogue of woe? To the Kurgan warlord Asavar Kul, the Anointed, the Empire seemed weak and ripe for conquest. Crops shrivelled, or were devoured by plagues of insects, many of which had the leering faces of men. Wells mysteriously overflowed with blood and pigs rose up onto their hind legs and began to scream with human voices.

Throughout the summer of the Imperial year 2301, portents of disaster blossomed across the Empire.

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