“Behind them all, carried upon the bed of an enormous carriage with thirteen sets of iron-banded wheels, nestled within a casement crafted from the bronzed skull of a giant, was the holiest relic in all skavendom: the Black Ark, the… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“Only one advantage still remained to Mandred, an edge that Vrrmik could never take from him. The soldiers who marched behind his banner were… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“Watch-see, Holy One, my grave-rats will kill-kill all dead-things. We show-tell Fester-rats how to fight. Show-tell why Fester-rats should stay true to Horned One.” — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“Behind them all, carried upon the bed of an enormous carriage with thirteen sets of iron-banded wheels, nestled within a casement crafted from the… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“Up! Up into man-thing nest! Up to their streets and their cellars! Up to their granaries and their stockyards! Up to their homes and… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“The skaven will not prevail! Here they will be broken, shattered upon our steel! They fight for domination, to sate their greed. We fight… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“This is not our home. We can turn away and leave it to the skaven. We can abandon our brothers to slavery and atrocity… — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
“After a dozen deaths, you learn not to care. After a hundred, you can’t even if you wanted to.” — C.L. Werner Copy Share Image
