Endless Whispers: Blue Whale Knight Warband

...happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes.

-The Necronomicon

Understand firstly that I am dead as a door-nail, else none of the rest shall make sense.  Just who I am is a mystery as vast as my empty grave: naught but nitre adorns my headstone.  My armor encases me, as claustrophobic as a coffin - but I am all the more grateful for it.

I cannot recall anything of my life before the moment I sat up in a freshly-emptied grave.  Someone, something, or some force removed the dirt entombing me - but whatever it was, it is gone now.  I recall only a dim sense of a feeling, an emotion which is as ghostly as I am: failure.

-Darius Frost, Blue Whale Knight-Commander

Endless Whispers: A New Campaign

A new year races over the horizon on swift, midnight wings.  Along with it comes a new campaign.  Mordheim has been saved by the actions of the Great Rebellion.  Its nightmarish, disorientating influence has spread a blanket of fiery, new stars across the firmament.  The Palace of Dreams uprears as a pillar of gemstone fire from the center of the city, visible even in such far off places as the Starlight Forest; a dark sea of trees huddling beneath unfamiliar skies...

Serene Annihilation: Clay Golem

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
-Michelangelo

Inanimate matter is now come to life beneath the gaze of insane skies.  A new, darker reality intrudes upon what is left of Mordheim and what stumbles out from its shadow is beyond impossible.  Living arrangements of fossil, bone and earth lurch through hopeless alleys.  Thirsty for the magic which sustains them, these animate idols follow those versed in the arcane arts as a dying man begs for water.

Serene Annihilation: Vulthoom, Rogue Necromancer

Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry land, or in the Water: of whirling Air or of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God, may be obedient unto me!

-The Bornless Ritual

Vulthoom, to hear him tell it, came to Mordheim after narrowly escaping an attempt by his mentor to kill him.  The reason for this is not clear, but given Vulthoom's penchant for skullduggery it is likely related to precious items which suddenly went "missing."  That being said, Vulthoom has also told the story in the reverse: that it was he who tried to kill his mentor.

Either way, Vulthoom's knowledge of Necromancy is not complete.  Possibly due to his shady past - or, perhaps not.

Serene Annihilation: Sojourn, Pumpkinhead Eidolon

Grow, tiny seed,

you are gone to the tree.

Rise, till your leaves fill the sky,

until your sighs fill the air in the night.

Lift your mighty limbs,

and give praise

to the fire.

-Come Wayward Souls, Over the Garden Wall

With the corrosion of reality, more and more terrors seep into existence; larger creatures which were once unable to overcome the barriers between worlds - now stalk the benighted streets under their own power.  Sojourn is another example of the larger variety of Pumpkinhead which have been termed "Eidolons."

Serene Annihilation: Hate Triangle

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

-Jean Genet

The story between Thul, the Kairic Acolyte; Conan, the Barbarian; and Alestorm, the Dwarven Slayer is a tragic one.  It has ensnared all three in a triangle of hatred and destruction - from which only one will emerge alive.

Serene Annihilation: Alestorm, Fallen Dwarven Slayer

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

-Grotesque, by Natsuo Kirino

 
Despite Mordheim's plummet into an ultimate abyss of insanity, it seems that certain fragments of reality - or, perhaps, a "world-that-was" - have dripped into the doomed city.  One of these living memories is Alestorm, the Fallen Dwarven Slayer.  Once a mighty thane, he was tricked into selling his soul to Tzeentch.  Although he escaped the chaos god, the Lord of Change's mark remains on him.  Alestorm has become a wretched husk of his former self, reduced to begging and creeping after anyone who will accept his services.  He is driven no longer by a righteous anger, only a hateful spite.  There is no redemption at the end of his journey, not even revenge awaits him - only murder.