![]() In the southern realms of Tilea and Estalia, the mortals of those distant, fractious realms were beset by nightmarish hordes of ratmen from the depths of the world below. Everywhere one looks, all of Mankind is beset by evil forces, both old and new. īut it is upon the Human realms of the Old World that the fate of this world truly lies. Soon, artefacts of old were rediscovered, and the Dwarfs stood ready to summon forth the Ancestor Gods themselves into this world, as they hope to bring about a new Golden Age for their people. They saw the volcanic fires spew forth from the Mountains of Mourn, resulting in the call for massive military mobilisation on a scale not seen since the time of the Great Catastrophe. Įven the Dwarfs, stout allies of the Empire and Sigmar's people, felt this encroaching doom. ![]() Soon, the infighting that had plagued their long and arduous history vanished, and an overwhelming urge to combine under one banner united the Greenskin race like never before for the coming world-ending conflict. However, a sudden urge soon captured the simple minds of their savage race as they felt something big brewing in the north. The Greenskins have always thrived on war, always fighting each other as much as any other foe. In the east, the prospect of battle brought about by the end of the world stirred the Greenskins into a frenzy. Re-emerging from the bowels of the earth, the hordes of the Skaven's Clan Pestilens and all the temple-cities of the Lizardmen fought in one final apocalyptic war that ended in total annihilation. įarther to the south-west, within the distant lands of Lustria in the New World, the massive jungle-realm of the Lizardmen empire, a new and deadly conflict was reignited after centuries of peace. With their beloved Everqueen gone and their proud Phoenix King dead, a young Asur prince, Tyrion, rose through the ranks to lead his people through this time of conflict, setting up a chain of events that forever tore that mighty kingdom apart. A mist of dreadful power swept across the High Elves' beautiful land, summoning forth Daemons and other foul things from the very bowels of Chaos itself. īut even within the lands of Malekith's birth, the island-continent of Ulthuan was engulfed in a time of peril and tragedy. Yet for all their pride and glamour they inevitably failed, for their king, Malekith, abandoned them to enact one final gamble to reclaim his birthright as Phoenix King of Ulthuan. In response, legions of Dark Elven warriors were roused to the warpath, holding out against the blood-crazed hordes that assailed their very gates. To the west, in the distant lands of Naggaroth, the followers of Khorne descended southwards with black banners high, hell-bent on leaving nothing but ruin and destruction in their wake. As the world endured its final, agonising demise, the mortal races of the Old World fought to the very last against the encroaching darkness which sought to consume them all. The comet's coming signalled the coronation of the thirteenth and final Everchosen of Chaos Undivided: Archaon - called the "Three-Eyed King," the "Lord of the End Times," and the "Herald of the Apocalypse" - and his bid to bring destruction upon the Human realms of the Old World. It was heralded by the arrival of the Twin-Tailed Comet, both an omen of hope and one of destruction. You’ve served your time in HELL.Birth of the Mortal Realms The End Times (2519-2528 IC) was the great cataclysmic apocalypse that had been long predicted to bring about the end of the Known World. We spend our leisure hours writing to the gals It looked a bit different from a typical hanger, as it has offices or workshops all along the sides. And there was a huge hanger just to the east of the main facility. On a past cross country trip of some years ago, I stopped there and saw dozens of old wooden buildings whose condition reminded me of the Bodie State Historic Park, which is kept in “arrested decay”. My curiosity about it was built over some years. The Wendover Airfield is another such place. It’s a place that produced so much silver that it built San Francisco, and was the beginning of a few major corporations today. To most of the visitors, it is simply an old western town whose shops now sell ice cream and T Shirts.įor those who know the history, it’s where Samuel Clemens became Mark Twain. I have always enjoyed seeing places of historical importance, with their evidence of importance hidden in plain sight. Today a sleepy airport, 80 years ago a very busy place ![]() The Wendover Base Operations Building with restored Control Tower.
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