Roses of Barfunweltz

The nightmares’ hooves crunched volcanic stones to dust as the blood knights picked their way down through the rock towers, negotiating the treacherous pass across the Adamantine Chain. Ash clouds mingled with smoke and steam from vents in the tortured earth creating a claustrophobic atmosphere but hiding the vampires from the sky vessels whose deep thrumming they could still hear high up above them. “Dragonbeard still follows us, my Lord.” “Yes Kastellan Trutz,” snapped Lord Tzuunak, “I can hear that. But the valley is close, I can smell its blood upon the air.” Over the last few cycles, Tzuunak’s chiropteran spies had reported more skirmishes between the various factions converging on the scorched outskirts of the Adamantine Chain. Inevitably, the Skaven had poked their twitching snouts out of the blackened earth, but two rival clans had been beaten back by Stormcast and Kharadron Overlords respectively. There was much excitement in the Soulblight camp that the Stormcast in question ...