Sunday, September 4, 2016

Serene Annihilation: Ardan St. Cygnus

'tis thy god I yearn to kill
thus reigning universal
-Natural Born Philosopher, by Behemoth

Eternities burn with his coming; the angels shriek in terror to hail his return; galaxies explode in fear.  Ardan St. Cygnus once again bestrides the earth.  The Annihilator Prime of the Death Clan - Eden rots at his touch and the scent of its death is as golden wine.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Serene Annihilation: Stormcast Eternals

He will judge among the nations, He will fill them with corpses, He will shatter the chief men over a broad country.
-Psalm 110:6

The army of Magnus the Pious approaches the city of the damned - the favor of Sigmar, exalted in the highest, marked clearly upon them.  The metal-clad angels of the god ride the lightning to storm the gates of the damned.  Tremble, O mighty!  The holy might of the Stormcast Eternals falls as the blows of an immense hammer.  Judgement is here.

Serene Annihilation: The Nightmare Engine

I am the cosmic storms
I am the tiny worms
I am fear in the night
I am bringer of the light

-Puritania, by Dimmu Borgir

Madness has always seethed within the very fabric of Mordheim. As though the city itself is only a thin veneer over something far more horrific. But now, as the army of Magnus the Pious draws nigh with the murder of the city as their goal, this madness has surged from a slow boil to a frothing tempest. From this impossible chaos, things have begun to arise from the radiant abyss just beyond the ken of mortals. Impossible, sanity-defying monsters transgressed from sheer nothingness. Of these, the Nightmare Engine is greatest of all.

Thursday, September 1, 2016


If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!
-Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

All around Mordheim garlands are hung - but not with cheer!  The children huddle in the ashes of cold fireplaces - terrified that Uncle Krampus will soon be near!  All of Mordheim is a feast for Uncle Krampus - a banquet of corpses and corpses soon-to-be!

An old favorite returns in a brand new - and terrifying - form!

Serene Annihilation: The Gallows-Horse

Better raise your ears
The sound of hooves knock at your door
Lock up your wife and children now
It's time to wield the blade
-The Four Horsemen, by Metallica

There are those things which sanity cannot ever content itself with.  The labyrinthine alleys and thoroughfares of Mordheim are a labyrinth of madness - and within its fetid depths, there are those things which spawn from the seething loam of fertile madness.  The Gallows-Horse is one such abomination.  A thing which should not be.