Roses of Barfunweltz

“So, we are not the first to arrive at the Ravaged Coast.” Lord Tzuunak’s voice emanated from within a swarm of bats which instantly dispersed into the ashen sky. His little spies had reported an encampment of Sigmar’s stolen warriors just over the barren ridge above him. They were the first hostile force that his Brotherhood of Mannfred had come across in Aqshy, and Tzuunak and all his vampire knights were ravenous for blood. From what he could discern from the tiny minds of his chiropteran spies, the enemy’s livery was that of the Heralds of Yndrasta. “Assemble!” he commanded. Within moments, the eager blood knights had formed up before him, dire wolves snapping and salivating around their nightmares’ hooves. “The enemy encampment lies just over this ridge. We shall form line and descend upon Sigmar’s lackeys like the wrath of Nagash. You shall drink blood tonight!” Cheers erupted among his knights, especially from the more feral vampires of Heisenberg’s Panthers. His steed rearing, ...