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“Then we become the aid.” Kaelen stopped before them, shorter than both but somehow casting the longer shadow. “The Festering Court is a staging ground. If we take it, the Nurgle cults lose their foothold in the northern valleys. If we don’t—” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “We die trying. That is the dwarf way.”

He should have died. Instead, he clawed free three days later, half-blind, raving, his axe notched beyond repair. The dwarfs of Karak Kadrin had given him a new axe and a new name: Drengbarazi —the living dead. return of reckoning

Kaelen pulled a crumpled parchment from his belt. It was stained with rust and something darker. “This came by gyrocopter last night. Karak Eight Peaks is not reclaimed—not fully—but enough dwarfs have retuned to their anvils. King Belegar promises two hundred Ironbreakers, if we can hold the line for thirty days.” “Then we become the aid

Kaelen counted the chimes. Seven. The number of Nurgle. The number of years the mist had held. If we don’t—” He shrugged his broad shoulders