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And in the third month of the war, for Sunfall Reach, you made war upon the

Bronzebrekker tribe of Oryx, selling dozens of them, consigning them to

Marshwater Graves, routing the clan, and cleansing the Westwarden swamp,

bringing the Storm Godfly... Jethro.

Doc.

I do not remember.

It has been too long.

Too many deaths.

I am an echo of who I was.

What do you need?

An end to all this.

Even echoes must fade.

Perhaps Morda has taken wing to tell me my final death approaches.

I heard word that the Norland keep has fallen.

You heard the truth.

We're the last city standing in the Adamantine chain.

By Sigmar's will, Althric, we will hold.

It shall not last much longer without aid.

the sunset.

Another long night of blood and fire.

Hold the gate.

The mask of fear hangs heavy.

The rule rats will break.

The city will not fall tonight.

Many, many regrets.

What do you mean, Grey?

Drink, Eodym.

To what end?

I'll be gone soon.

Why die thirsty?

Drink.

Feel the cold.

The rancid, filthy acid is in my veins.

How many more times must I go through this?

Until our duty is done and the realms are free.

I hate this part.

Do it.

See you on the other side of the storm.

That's it, Marvel.

He will return.

At what cost?

That is for Sigmar to decide.

Our chamber's numbers dwindle with every battle. The mortals are exhausted.

We have a week left. At best.

We need to evacuate the city.

Where will they go?

The Ratkin have infested these lands.

The mortals will not survive the wilds.

I know Sigmar has not heeded your calls for guidance.

But surely now, Sigma will grant us the wisdom we need when the time is right.

We must trust his plan.

Hear me?

The hour grows late, the sky grows dark, and I pray for the guidance of your

light.

Sigma answered.

What did you... I saw.

I saw where we must go.

The Citadel lies in the mountains.

Four days from here, we travel swiftly.

What if the Skaven attack again?

If the vermin attack again, three more warriors won't save Embergard.

Not even Sigmar Finest.

How much, Des?

And more to come.

If Embergard does fall, if they get into the tunnels, all this is only the

beginning.

Rust in Sigma's whip. Oh, what we got.

The tip of Sigmar's spear have endured much.

Hail, brethren!

The God -King sent me here to beseech you for aid.

Embergard is on the precipice, days from destruction.

The horned rats' filth swarm in their ceaseless multitudes.

Time is short.

And I would speak with your Lord Commander at once.

Na -na -na -na -na!

the first new sight we'll embrace today.

Nightcrestleodas, I welcome you to Obsidian Tor.

I don't like these tunnels.

Too dark.

Too tight.

I'd take patrols down here over a stint on the wall any day.

Yeah.

They're rats.

They'll be coming through here soon enough, mark my words.