Out of nowhere, Mundvard the Cruel, Vampire Lord of Marienburg emerged from his hiding and awakened every single dead from their slumber to slaughter the hated Northmen. The Everchosen demanded to know everything the ratman could tell him about the warrior with the hammer. After one sleepless night too many, the Reiksmarshal has had enough. Helmut von Carstein and his force of Grave Guards known simply as Helmut's Own destroyed the last of the Tomb Scorpions whilst Von Grecht used his necromantic skills to raise back entire regiments, but the Ushabti were destroying them faster than Von Grecht could raise them. Hundreds died in that icy maelstrom; Beastmen, Skaven and Chaos warriors alike torn to ribbons In the blast. Pink horrors split into moaning blues amid sprays of magical motes. Its fire crackled with unnatural power as it appears to grow brighter and brighter with each passing moment. The city of Tlaxtlan was breached in a dozen places, and the remaining cohorts of Skinks and Saurus warriors made their stand upon the very streets of the city. At first many of the Lords and Ladies of Athel Loren didn't have much trust in their new Queen, even though her soul had since merged with that of Ariel, but after Orion and the Twilight Twins pledged their allegiance to her, those who disagreed kept quiet. Finally, the elusive Shadowblade was the first to reach the summit first and jumped upon the Witch King as he soon entered. For a moment, Louen stood tall in the saddle, a legend given life, raising his sword to the heavens with the comet glowing in the sky. The defenders around the temple felt their weapons grow heavy in their hands as dark despair swelled in their hearts to choke hope and steal strength away. As the tornup carcasses of the droneflies splatter to the ground, the shining hull of the steamtank Miragliano under the command of Engineer Commander von Streihof barreled their way through the enemy ranks, firing cannonballs as they plow through. His right arm severed, the Emperor valiantly tried to ward off Otto Glott's attacks, but even at his prime he knew he wasn't a match for such an evil being. With the signal sounded, the Sphinx Legion of Numas, the Crimson Guard and the Bone Giants of Bhagar marched in unison towards the edge of the river, whilst legions of Skeleton Archers provided covering fire. [4d], As the final Temple-Guard fell in combat, the Ratmen surged towards the inner sanctum, with hundreds more dying by numerous deathtraps and the last remaining Skink defenders. Holding firm, the Crusader army was able to hold on against the Undead onslaught until Mannfred left the battlefield after witnessing something happening within the Vargavian Mountains. Beyond the notice of anyone within all of Nehekhara, High Priest Ankhmare, Master of Embalming and Keeper of the Sacred Oils betrayed the cause of all his people. Under-tunneled and overrun, every major city was now a blasted ruin over which a ragged clan banner openly flew. Score upon score of warbands and tribes have sworn fealty to the Glottkins, the Chosen of Nurgle, to lead them upon this war, hammering three nails upon their shields and warpoles to signify their willingness to die for their cause. Three days later, the Arm of the Sun met the verminous hordes near the monument known as the Obsidian Column. Then, amid a thunder of black wings, a bestial figure alighted upon the battlements above the gatehouse. [1k], The three traveled deeper in the Vaults where within the web-strewn tombs that line the mountainside, the two Necromancers raised the dead of battles long passed. A new undead army arose over the horizon and Krell, Lord of Undeath, strode towards the Chimera as it was distracted and buried his two-bladed axe upon the great beasts chest, splitting it wide open. This was no marauding band of raiders, come to burn and pillage. With a mighty howl, the Warlord screamed his name one last time; "Gobbla! Then, the witch-light of Arkhan's eyes flashed once, and Eltharion the Grim, Warden of Tor Yvresse, exploded into a cloud of dust. Where once the magical booch of Usirian protected the King of Kings from all magical harm, the amulet did nothing and Settra was engulfed by a sea of life-leeching miasma. He could not read the scratch marks, but in one terrible moment of understanding their meaning became clear: Death. The True King was dead and Karak Eight Peaks had fallen at long last. Even as Malekiths army pulls back, Teclis tries to persuade the Phoenix King that the only hope of victory not just against Tyrion, but against the Dark Gods as well lies in unraveling the Vortex and binding one of the Winds to Malekith, making him practically a God to equal the Fell Powers. [3d], It was from then on that the Elven court had unanimously elected Tyrion as Regent of Ulthuan, and should Ulthuan survive another year, Tyrion will have the honour of passing through the fire and become the twelfth Phoenix King of Ulthuan. Most of the Ulthuani considered the failure to lie at their own door. Many of the city's folk had clustered around the warmth of that beacon of hope, believing they would find safety beneath the watchful eye of their god. The first Doomwheel was shot to splinters, the second collapsed as it made its impact upon the Steamtanks hulls. Surely, said the Emperor's herald, here was Sigmar come again to save his people. The streams of refugees pouring into the dwarf capital from other kingdoms had given Thorgrim much anguish. It was now a weapon of living shadow. [4f], Plaguelord Skrimanx forced-marched his army hard to reach the mist first, hoping to grab the glory before his rival. 6. Instead, he spat his last syllable and Settra, just as he rushed to meet Nagash head on, was halted by an invisible force, and his body was flung high into the air. Valten's army began to lose momentum, becoming mired amid hordes of rats. [1s], A shriek filled the very air with noise as the dead lying upon the ground rose in their thousands as to the south, Vlad von Carstein has entered the battlefield. Lord Mazdamundi even magnified the light of the sun, bathing Lustria for three days in purest illumination. The next to fall was Karak Kadrin, the great Keep of the Slayer Cult. Massive snake-like creatures known as Those That Stalk Beneath the Sand, struck next, their emergence being much more subtle yet far more horrific. The End Times In response, legions of Dark Elven warriors have been roused to the warpath, holding out against the blood-crazed hordes that are assailing at their very gates. Worse still, the mighty civilisations that had previously fought back against the darkness had all fallen before an unceasing tide of war. When Settra saw the betrayal of the Traitor Kings of Mahrak, he flew into a rage and ordered his chariot legions together. In place of the statue, Louen stood victorious and pointed his sword towards Festus. He is pragmatic and opportunistic, always weighing his actions. It echoed out onto the streets of Middenhelm, bringing panic with it. He became a conduit for grudgement; millennia of pain and resentment flowed out from its hallowed pages through him. In the wake of Gutrot's victory, a dome of dark thorns have grown over the battlefield when one of the Plague Urns spilled its content upon the ground. The City of the White Wolf lay in ruins. The Swords turned their heads toward the temple entrance as Vilitch the Curseling strode up the steps. As if to signal his death, the very ground shook and the skies overhead grew dark as Nagash's ritual of Undeath was flung through all four corners of the World. The Light Order, their pyramidal sanctum sequestered away in the aether, ventured forth in great numbers, chanting in an ancient tongue and sent a wave of pure magic once more against the Daemonhost. In that moment, the armies of Eagle Gate were shocked to realise that the Kingdom of Caledor joined the side of the Witch King. Unbeknownst to the city's populace, these rats were not running towards the city, but rather running away from what was coming below. The verminous hordes did their best to disentangle from each other's lines, turning frantically to face this new threat. With the crack of thunder, the monoliths rose high into the air upon the winds of magic so ancient and powerful that none comprehend it. Never before had the Elves felt such betrayal by their own kin since the time Malekith first attempted to covet the Phoenix Throne himself. Yet how can mortal men fight against that which can't be killed with a sword? In the skies overhead, Karl Franz was suddenly assaulted by the Blood Knight's Grandmaster, Walach Harkon. To the east. The passes between Saphery and Conthqiue shook with violence as spells and blades fought in the many passes which cross the Annulii Mountains. Only Snikrat survived, where upon his return he was met with dire punishment. Yet Valten, Martak and their advisors could feel the panic bubbling through the streets; the defenders of Middenheim had never seen an enemy arrayed In numbers such as these, while those refugee soldiers from other provinces had already seen entirely too much. A bombardment of helstorm rockets fell amid a regiment of Chaos warriors, explosions tearing their armoured bodies to pieces. Dark Heart (1998) [SF] by Jonathan Green; The Dead and the Damned (2002) by Jonathan Green; Mark of the Beast (2003) [SF] by Jonathan Green. The third Aracknarok, ridden by a Goblin Shaman known as Tinitt Four-Eyes, was stomping through the Chaos Warriors before crouching and then jumping, soaring through the air before landing upon the Chaos Knights. Yet the discipline of the Imperials proved stronger than the brute strength of the northerners, and slowly they pushed the invaders back. There, like a fly frozen in amber, Settra stood helpless before the looming shadow of Nagash, his puny form insignificant in comparison to the Great Necromancer. There to stop them was the spectral remains of the Vulture Priest which once cared for the temple, their spirits now raised to serve the bidding of Mannfred. Seeing their center breaking apart, the Night Goblins began to flee with Skarsnik waving them. The Great King could not even recall how many days it had been since Nagash had laid him low. Settra saw a glow in the distant east, and knew that dawn was rising. that is being fought within the ruins of Karak Eight Peaks. The Loremaster refused to abandon his brother, all of the guilts he has carried finally weighing him down. Yet it also burned away the lethal gas that should have spelled the humans' doom. [4a] Upon meeting, it was Grey Seer Thanquol who has proposed to summon the Verminlords into this world to help them recover their once formidable power. now it flowed to Alarielle. The great halls of Karak Azul now remains plundered and forgotten, their mighty King having died far from the halls of his ancestors. Outraged, Tyrion came out of his tent and demanded every mage to search for his brother or face dire punishment. There were too many dead, too many to grieve and to many to bury. Todbringer spat into the mud, the gobbet red from the blood trickling around a broken tooth. Dorghar kicked out and struck the weapon from his hand, breaking the wizard's wrist with a dry crack. Satisfied at what he saw, he turned and walked back towards his throne, his bearers kneeling in anticipation. Ice-crows shrieked and cawed amongst the growing vortex, whirling around one another in a mad storm of frost-talons and jagged white wings. One artilleryman had time to whimper a prayer to Sigmar, heart pounding in his ears. Their weapons chopped men apart or flung them through the air like broken dolls. Behind the lines, Grand Master Weissberg spat on the cobbles and hefted his hammer. Above Karios head, great yawning rents tore the air apart and reality screamed as it was sundered. Archaon delved deep into their necropolis until he found the Tomb of Morkar and the armour he sought. Only a series of brilliant harrying tactics masterminded by Elector Count Aldebrand Ludenhof saw the fortress preserved from imminent destruction. The last candle of light in a sea of darkness. Burning bodies were hurled skywards with every swipe of his axe. Teclis told the Witch King that nothing about him was a lie, but he was the Chosen of Asuryan and if he can't survive the flame, then their people are lost forever. Caledor spoke to Morathi, demanding her to meet her end with the dignity that is befitting of her heritage. Clan Pestilens marches to Lustria once more. Brunner the Bounty Hunter is one of the most famous mercenaries within the Old World. Men cried out In dismay as they were drenched in Weissberg's blood. she longed to be healer and protector. This calm usher forth fresh portents, and to those that had the wit to read such signs they spoke of a new player destined to walk the center stage, a being neither immortal god, nor accursed mortal. So it was that Valten proposed a diversionary sortie. Todbringer knew in that instant that he had led his men to their deaths. With a massive crunch, an opening was made and one of the abominations squirmed its body through the gap like a giant, disgusting rat. For Warhammer, Gav has penned the End Times novel The Curse of Khaine, the Time of Legends trilogy, The Sundering, and much more besides. In the otherwordly shadow it cast, daemons capered and cackled on the cusp of reality, spilling around the flanks of the Everchosen's host In a gleeful tide. As the Slayer Legions covered half the distance, the Skaven stronghold was soon a frantic blur of activity. Though the Council was divided about this, Durthu Eldest of Ancient knew about this coming calamity and with his advice the Council lend their aid towards their High Elven cousins, renewing their once ancient ties. Write a review. [9s], The end was coming. Golden-plated warbarges rammed high-decked cogs, and skeletal crews dueled while liquid fire spread all around them. By the next morning, hundreds of Skaven had massed In the lowest tunnels, working themselves into a frenzy before surging up toward the city's underbelly. the Supreme Patriarch stripped reserves of state troops from their staging points in arched underground chambers. The Kingdom of Kislev is in flames. No mortal could deny its existence, for the comet's bright aura of light would illuminate every night sky. Still, although their numbers grew greater by the moment, Archaon's followers did not attack. It was a total war, fought not just by mighty armies but by the land itself. This was the end. The World stands on the brink of annihilation. Thus the last High King of the Dwarfs was dead, and a portal between worlds opened in its wake. What remains of Makelith's loyalist forces had since fled the battlefield, leaving the traitors to be butchered by the arriving High Elven armies. Soon, silence overcame the army and in that silence, the enemy struck. Every ounce of his being was strained beyond breaking point, and at this critical point in time, it would've almost been enough. But once his true heritage and destiny was revealed to him, Diederick Kastner despaired and looked for salvation, travelling many miles towards the heart of his faith.[6a]. In response, Chaos artillery returned fire and the intensity of the bombards on both side did not let up. Deep in the Garden of Nurgle, the rotten, insect-gnawed timbers of the Urfather's manse moaned and creaked as the hurricane of its master's wrath raged outside. Such a pity, Queek had wanted this duel to be one to savour in the long years ahead, when he grew young on Gnawdwell’s elixirs and there were no more dwarf-things in the world to slay. Warhammer: The End Times - Vermintide v1.0 - v1.9.11 [MULTI5] Fixed Files Warhammer: The End Times - Vermintide v20160219 [MULTI5] Fixed Files Warhammer: The End Times - Vermintide v1.0 - v1.2 [MULTI5] Fixed Files Dawn was fully in the sky before anyone realised that Aislinn had taken a lone Skycutter and headed towards Fellheart's fleet. The ceremony of joining was to have been conducted by Naieth the Prophetess. Dragon Ogres and Minotaur alike battle each other for a position at the head of the stampeding charge. Daemons leapt and shimmered beyond the flames, like a scene from some dreadful sermon. Standing in her way was Naieth, the Prophetess, who with her cadre of mages used their powers to heal the poisoned Everqueen. As the carnage intensified, the daemon turned his twinned gaze toward the western flank. Summoning her steed, Neferata made a final stand in the Palace District and blocked the path of King Hassep. Yet it mattered little, for over the blazing wreckage swept a fresh tide of ratmen. Surprised by the attack and having little time to wheel around, the Chariot Legions blundered upon each other and were destroyed utterly. Mannfred and his coven of Vampires have managed so far to replenish their numbers, but they were slowly growing weak. As the fighting in the undertunnels raged and the upper city reeled in the grip of panic, the gutter runners slipped stealthily up through trapdoors and tunnel entrances into the four gatehouses. Indeed, for once the lands of Nordland were the homeland of the fierce Norsii of ancient times before Sigmar drove them across the seas. Soon, each corpse burst into life as a tangled mass of trees and jungles of the foulest materials erupted across the city. The Empire forces were resurging to the west, forcing the daemons back by the second. Battle had begun. Not even the murky swamplands of the Marsh of Madness could stand in their way. His words, though faint, were heard clearly by Queek even from so far away. [1k], A battle map depicting the Twelfth Battle of Maisontaal, Upon the night of the Twelfth Battle of La Masontaal, the armies of Arkhan and Krell marched against the armies of Duke Theodric and what remains of Bretonnia's valiant defenders at the meadows just a few miles from La Maisontaal. The legends of the Gods was being shown right in front of him, of how Khaine first killed Kurnous out of jealous for Isha, of how Hekarti and Atharti fought for Khaines attention and comfort. Yet even as Eltharion's attack stalled, Princess Eldyra ordered the Knights of Tiranoc into the advance. Many within the Court favoured Kazador's plan, but High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer disagreed on such a cowardly action, supported by both King Ungrim Ironfist of Karak Kadrin and King Belegar of Karak Eight Peaks. Although the last of his Eternals fell, the Tomb King at last strode up the top stone stair and pitted his blades against Mannfred von Carstein. Of those few, there are two that would shape the fate for the next battle. the end of each golden strand turning white and breaking away in a halo of mist. Inside was every beast imaginable, and some that were not. Tens of thousands of daemons had flocked to N'Kari's banner, eager to share in its plunder, mayhem and glory. Heaving himself up out of the Throne of Power, Thorgrim marched upon Queek in open challenge. "You take every chance to remind me of my debt to the gods, daemon. In his wake came a million blades and more, and upon him were the eyes of his ascendant gods. War of the End Times Do I make myself clear?" Settra gave no reply, and stared silently across the Khemrian sands. Like parchment thrown into a hearth, the realms of men blackened and fell to ash. Within fifteen skaven heart-beats, Lord Morskittar of Clan Skryre voted on removing Clan Scruten from their power, a decision that was accepted unanimously by the other Lords. On the fourth he loosed the Swords of Chaos into the streets, with orders to crush those who had ignored his commands. The ratmen had since been content to quarrel over the spoils of a victory not yet won, squabbling amid the ruined outer districts. "With this army at your back, march south. [4j], As the day came to an end, the city of Nuln, choked with smog and soot from the massive factories and war-foundries from the city's industrial district, soon glowed a reddish hue as the sunset was soon passing away. Lileath beckoned Araloth and Kalara at the center of the circle, and from there a darkness began to cloud the sky, and the ghostly gods rose their hands in fear of it. Only the lands around the Temple of Shallya stood remained, the purity of the goddess keeping the filth from growing further still. And yes, WH Fantasy is coming back soon! Will you follow him? Skaven, too. Shatter the city's gates and slaughter Its defenders. [4e], With the first two prongs of the Skaven invasion finally destroyed by the efforts of the Lizardmen, what remains of the Skaven invaders all converged upon the third and last formation of Skaven armies sent to capture and destroy the Temple-City of Xlanthuapec, the City of Mist. Those that remained immune to the fumes slowly became bloodthirsty for violence, and as the dark moon shone larger then it has ever been in the night sky, the climax of the magical duel was nearly its end and the awaited signal to strike the Temple-Cities would soon begin.[4d]. Archaon spurred through the madness. As the Daemons drew close, from the courtyards on the far side of the Temple, hordes of the Shambling Dead poured out like a river, forming a barrier between the Daemons and the survivors. Valten's hammer and Martak's magics were kept busy in one bloody skirmish after another. [4a], With their rivals defeated as promised, the Grey Seers continued their arcane struggle against the Mage-Priests of the Lizardmen Empire in a battle of both will, mind and soul. The hundreds of lightning cannons in the skaven train were pushed into range and set up under fire. From there the Duke charged towards Arkhan the Black whilst he was preoccupied with controlling his army, and with a mighty swing of his axe-blade, the Duke crunched through Arkhan's battle armour and smashed the necromancer to the ground. Having had enough, the High King himself personally led the Throng which held the Skaven at bay. Leading up northward through the Great Bridge of Nuln, the Imperial Captain pressed-gang local city-guards and militia alike into his growing army. Without the wisdom and guidance of Phoenix King Finubar and their beloved Everqueen Alarielle, the Phoenix Court fell into disarray; Prince Imrik of Caledor calling for the election of a new Phoenix King to guide the war effort. They brayed wildly and brandished their axes as they charged, in a scattered mass, toward the Empire army. Worse still, after failing to manipulate the mad Headtaker into doing his bidding, Verminlord Lurklox struck a deal with Skarsnik which promised the Warlord a gift stolen from the mad tinker-rat Ikit Claw; his newly invented and highly improved Warpstone-powered Atomic Bomb. Soon, the warriors of Brass Keep, who were just minutes ago running rampant and unchallenged through the Temple District, are now being hunted like the dogs they are by a squadron of Empire Knights. Talabheim is in a state of extreme martial law as the horrors which is engulfing the Empire has already reached the outskirts of their own gates. Dorghar's hooves scraped sparks from stone as each impact threatened to push the beast back. Luthor Harkon, Mortarch of the Abyss led a massive fleet of rotting ships from Lustria towards the Mortis Delta. To the West, in the distant lands of Naggaroth, the followers of Khorne are descending southwards with black banners high, hell-bent on bringing nothing but ruin and destruction in their wake. Alarielle at last gave herself in marriage to Malekith. The weapons they carried glowed with runes, Thorgrim’s dread axe brightest of all. Bleating, bleeding, and feasting en masse, these vile creatures celebrated whilst in the heavens, the Chaos Moon eclipsed its larger brother, creating with it a halo of light with a core of darkness in the night sky. Lightning crackled in the skies overhead and a colossal wave larger than the tallest tower within the Black Ark reared up and slammed down upon the fleet. In but an instant, victory turned to almost certain defeat. Before she could reach, the bowstring sang once more, and a second arrow took Malekith in the back. It took Martak a moment to realise it was he who had unleashed the spell, as a howling gale coated the temple steps in ice. To the west, Luthor Harkon and his undead fleet of rotting barges have shattered the pride of the Nehekharan navy, their husks filling the Mortis Delta like bones thrown across the desert. [1w], For centuries, Neferata, First of the Vampires and Queen of Lahmia had always dwelt on the hopes of enacting vengeance and reclaiming her lost throne within the Cursed City. Such was the scale of this invasion force that not a single keen-eyed inhabitant of the Drakwald did not notice their approach. These well-armed veterans had pushed into the war machines and were cutting their crews down. This contamination touched all within Lustria. One after another artillery nest fell until finally Vilitch and his Azure Princes were roused to the defence. grunting beasts. Bleeding clouds of magic, Kairos swung his staff in a furious arc, realising too late that Ulric's intervention had twisted the path of fate out of true. Archer legions from King Newaneph, one of the Traitor Kings of Mahrak, moved his forces forward and rained down magical arrows upon the hordes of constructs. The decadent host of Slannesh under Sigvald the Magnificent continues to terrorise the shores of Kislev and the Sea of Claws, his acts of debauchery growing more horrific with each passing invasion. The Under-Empire would be permitted to serve. [3j], In Chrace, Imirik's vigil was ending as the ashes of Ystranna's pyre at last burnt themselves out. The people of Middenhelm were a tough breed, tempered by harsh winters and long wars. The Caledorian Prince could only get a glance of his savior before she finally faded, and his remorse flooded back, stronger than ever. The warherd were still outnumbered, almost ridiculously so. Spears of ice-encrusted amber shot forth, splitting whole files of daemons and freezing fungoid bodies solid. All of Ulric's fading strength drove the blizzard forward to eviscerate the Everchosen with a million razor shards. As black ichor began to dripped from the rents in his armour, the sands beneath Nagash burst to life as a newcomer came upon the battlefield. It was said to rest at the top of Chimera Plateau, located near the roof of the world; there Archaon and his steed Dorghar journeyed. So it was that the greatest Hold of the Dwarfs, with numbers coming in the hundred thousand, all armoured-clad warriors of indomitable spirit, readied themselves for the coming storm. As Tyrion's blade swept out, Alith Anar loosed his arrow, the shaft speeding true for Malekith's heart. Knowing that a foul intelligence was at work here, Araloth led his host in an assault against the Banshee Queen's lair within the depths of Ghoul Woods. Then the Phoenix King turned over the sword, retorting that it is simple metal and turned and hurled the sword into the frothing waters. For a long moment, Malekith stood silhouetted against the billowing sea spry, the Widowmaker outstretched. With a swooping motion, Nagash sent an ethereal sickle across the battlefields, destroying several dozen chariots in a blink of a moment. In Lustria, the first assault has been weathered by the cold-blooded savagery of the Lizardmen, but they represent only a fraction of the true hordes which continue to pour forth in their hundreds of thousands. Upon the eastern walls, trumpets blared as the entire brotherhood of the Knight's of Sigmar's Blood nearly twelve-hundred strong, rode out alongside Grand Master Hans Leitdorf and crushed phalanx after phalanx of Skeletal warriors. Unable to unite his people, Thorgrim grew weary as reports have shown that their underground enemies have stopped their ceaseless attacking, a dark omen that would be the precursor to an imminent invasion on a grand scale never before seen in their history. Middenhelm's soldiers numbered many thousands, brave men from all across the realm. Mundvard had enough and was prepared to launch a spell that would end the Glottkin once and for all. Sensing that victory was near, Kreegix the Reaver threw forth the reserves, mauling the retreating Lizardmen rearguard of elite Temple-Guards under their leader, Lord Ax-Cha. Long they raged, back and forth, as the Great Vortex began to come apart and the arisen armies of the dead from both sides begin to fade. As the first light of dawn came over the horizon, the wide avenues of the city were flooded with the bodies of the dead, with the drainage system of the city overflowing with the color of crimson water. Yet while they expected a mighty army to invade, they did not expect the small warband of warriors the Maggot Riders had to be the ones who would usher in their downfall. Thus, at last. During the final defense of Middenheim, Wendel Volker joins up with the remaining survivors, one of whom happens to be Brunner. The minotaurs, fixed upon their butchery, did not recognise the threat until Ghal Maraz had crushed the first beast's skull. Outmatched and outnumbered. Soon Archaon was there after several days of constant bloodshed. Soon, wave after wave had been broken by the Lizardmen and a massive counter-attack was issued. By battle's end, the heads of ten Skaven Chieftains and Warlords hung from Warleader Kroq-Gar's saddle. 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