The soldiers of Sigmar have been fighting long and hard, but the sacred hammer Ghal Maraz is almost in their reach. They have clawed their way up to the floating Great Crucible and now just have to plough their way through the many layered defences of the Tzeentch-following Bleak Horde to find their way into the Eldritch Fortress, the centre of Chaos power in the region.
The Story So Far
Harnessing the help of Dracothion, the Stormcasts had persuaded the Great Drake to engage in battle with Argentine, the other massive dragon (and they really are massive, as in filling the sky massive) residing in Chamon, whose breath melted the silver that ran from the Great Crucible down into the rest of the Realm of Metal. With Argentine's breath currently employed against Dracothion, the running silver froze solid, giving the Stormcasts a path to the Great Crucible.
The climb up the Argent Falls to the Great Crucible took days, but the Stormcasts finally made it. They found themselves at the head of a great plain of silver, at the end of which lay the defences and tower network of the Bleak Horde that would have to be breached in order to reach the Eldritch Fortress and their final prize.
However, Argentine had managed to drive off Dracothion, and his warpfires were alight once more, bringing heat to the silver plain. Slowly, it was beginning to melt, threatening to trap and consume the Stormcasts if they did not start moving quickly.
This time, the Bleak Horde was led by the chariot-riding King Thrond, who rode at the head of his Chaos Knights. The Stormcasts would have the best him and take the lead towers of the fortifications, before the silver plain melted too much and trapped them.
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says there is no limit to how large his horde can be.
