Games Workshop Ltd., Willow Road, Lenton, Nottingham, NG7 2WS, United Kingdom 2 DRAMATIS PERSONAE DRAMATIS PERSONAE Be’lakor’s grand bid for power would unleash a great tide of anarchy across the Mortal Realms. Whatever your age, be careful when using glues, bladed equipment and sprays and make sure that you read and follow the instructions on the packaging. Certain Citadel products may be dangerous if used incorrectly and Games Workshop does not recommend them for use by children under the age of 16 without adult supervision. Pictures used for illustrative purposes only. A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers. Broken Realms, GW, Games Workshop, Warhammer, Warhammer Age of Sigmar, Battletome, Stormcast Eternals, and all associated logos, illustrations, images, names, creatures, races, vehicles, locations, weapons, characters, and the distinctive likenesses thereof, are either ® or TM, and/or © Games Workshop Limited, variably registered around the world. 101 PRODUCED BY THE WARHAMMER STUDIO With thanks to The Faithful for their additional playtesting services Warhammer Age of Sigmar – Broken Realms: Be’lakor © Copyright Games Workshop Limited 2021. 77 Battleplan: Defenders of the Genesis Gate. 72 Realm of Battle: The Genesis Gate, Ghyran. And that which is Eternal shall be unmade. The Ruinous Powers shall once again grant their favour unto the First Prince – the one true champion of Chaos. The hour of the Dark Master has come, and the flames of his ambition will ignite the very heavens. Not one amongst them senses the blade at their throat. Archaon and his daemon sorcerers expend their energies upon the corruption of ancient pathways long sealed to the followers of Chaos. The alliance between the gods of Order has been fractured by treachery and mutual distrust. Hysh is mauled, its loathsome light dimmed by the corpse-fires of the Great Necromancer. Once more, the realms echo to the sweet symphony of war and suffering. And so he dwelt in shadow – watching, waiting, weaving webs of intrigue that stretched across the realms, so that when the opportunity arose he could grasp it in his talons and draw blood. With the favour of the Dark Gods behind him, Archaon could not be dethroned. Consumed by bitter jealousy, Be’lakor longed to drive his blade deep into his rival’s throat, to flay the skin from Archaon’s bones and condemn his pathetic soul to oblivion. It was he who wielded the headsman’s axe, and thus laid claim to the grandest destiny of all. Yet when the legions of the Dark Gods flooded into reality, this honour was granted to another, and Be’lakor was condemned to feast upon the scraps. He witnessed the wretch-king Sigmar build a golden empire, a gaudy monument to his insufferable hubris, and ached to cast it into ruin. From the shadows, the First Prince watched over the death of one world and the birth of eight others. Long has Be’lakor waited for this moment.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |