Onslaught Lore

Hammerhal, the Twin-Tailed city has long stood between the realms of Fire and Life; a beacon of the God-King Sigmar’s righteous glory. However, in the wake of the Shyish Necroquake dark
magic permeates the realms and Hammerhal sits on the brink of war.

Without warning, Lady Olynder, Mortarch of Grief, calls forth a legion of the damned ready to strike at the very heart of the city; while on opposing flanks the zealots of Chaos and brutal Beastclaw Raiders each pledge to seize control of the city for their dark masters. However all is not yet lost, Aventis Firestrike, Magister of Hammerhal has rallied his Stormcast warriors and called for assistance from the battle-hardened warriors of the Idoneth Deepkin, to push back against these overwhelming odds.

Can the champions of Hammerhal repel this massing threat,
or will this great city be reduced to rubble?

The Grand Alliances

Order

Once more the forces of Order find themselves thrust into battle. The magnificent city of Hammerhal has transformed into a frenzied battleground with enemies on every quarter.

Stormcast Eternals prepare for battle, looking at Aventis Firestrike, Magister of Hammerhal as the tip of the spear they will plunge into the heart of all those who oppose the God-Kings will.

But he is not all the enemy should fear, with the seal upon the Sacrosanct Chamber now broken Sigmar’s arcane legions have been unleashed. Where other warriors might turn and flee, these unwavering guardians welcome the chance to purge the sinful from these Mortal Realms and in turn take another step towards driving back the acolytes of the damned.

Chaos

A jewel such as Hammerhal could not remain undesired forever, and now as blood begins to flow freely, both Tzeentch and Khorne turn their attention to the Twin-Tailed City.

Such a union does not come readily to the Dark Gods. They would willingly spend all eternity locked in endless conflict if it led to one seizing the power of all.

However, with a prize such as Hammerhal finally within their grasp, an alliance can be of benefit, if only for a fleeting moment; and so, the blades of Chaos march upon the Ashlands of Aqshy. They fear not these scorched lands, molten rock or the battle that lies ahead, only what should befall them if their master’s desires to reclaim control of the realmgates goes unsatisfied.

Death

Throughout the Mortal Realms, death is the only certainty. All who are born will eventually die and in turn find themselves in service to the Lord of the Undead, or so it once was.

Nagash looks upon Sigmar and his chosen warriors with disgust. Their souls had been deemed forfeit, fuel for his legions, not the eternal militia of the God-King.

However, Nagash knew that with patience his time would come, and so he waited. Now as the Necroquake shakes the Mortal Realms to their very foundations the dead once again rise within the walls of Hammerhal, the loved ones of its citizens born again as twisted Nighthaunt revenants. This army of the damned lead by the vengeful Lady Olynder, sweeps across the city looking to claim all that Nagash is owed.

Destruction

War, glory, meat and more war; for the Vorgrun Loshar’s Beastclaw Raiders there is nothing else. Cutting their way through the dense foliage of Ghyran these brutal ogors,

accompanied by packs of orruk warriors, who have knelt to their terrifying strength, move like a swarm towards Hammerhal Ghyra.

Many nights of restless sleep tell the Beastclaw’s master that they grow close, it is as if the spirit of the Waaagh! flows through him, his hunger for battle insatiable. Once the walls of the city are within reach, they will throw themselves upon them, crushing all those who stand in their way as they raise the city to the ground, then as blood begins to flow Vorgrun’s appetite will finally be sated.

Aventis Firestrike, Magister of Hammerhal

In the wake of the Necroquake, Aventis Firestrike was named Magister of Hammerhal by the God-King Sigmar. He is the lightning that strikes suddenly and without warning, but also the scorched earth that remains in its wake. While the enemies of Order may be numerous, and Hammerhal faces a conflict the likes of which it has never seen before, this stalwart champion of Order does not waver, he looks on; eagerly awaiting the moment that he might claim more lives from the followers of Chaos. For they have a debt to pay and he shall be the one to collect.

Skarbrand

For those foolish enough to consider betraying the Dark Gods, look to Skarbrand as an example of their terrible wrath. Once the greatest champion of Khorne, his bloodlust knew no bounds; marching upon the fields of battle he cut down all who stood in his wake. However, Skarbrand’s ambition stretched beyond his grasp when he challenged Khorne himself. Now stripped of all personage, he is left as nothing more than a husk of what was, an unstoppable implement of war; he leads not through wisdom or strategy but pure unrelenting hatred.

Lady Olynder, Mortarch of Grief

Legions of the dead rise from the crypts of Hammerhal. Once citizens of good standing, now transformed into twisted Nighthaunts, revenants in the service of the Lord of Undeath. Leading this relentless throng is the spectral figure of the Mortarch of Grief, Lady Olynder, most trusted of Nagash’s followers. She moves through the city like mist on the wind; sowing misery and gloom upon all who stand in her way. An unrelenting force of vengeance determined to claim the souls that rightly belong to Nagash. For every soul taken her forces swell, and where once the walls of Hammerhal protected those who toiled within, now they would become their tomb.

Frostlord Vorgrun Loshar

Vorgrun Loshar and his mighty Beastclaw Raiders ride to battle on the edge of the Everwinter, an unforgiving storm of razor-sharp ice that ravages any who become lost within. The Frostlord’s hunger for destruction is unparalleled, his nomadic tribe of ogors consuming all but the screams of those unfortunate enough to cross their path. Now, in his eternal hunt for the approval of the mighty Orruk warlord Gordrakk, Vorgrum Loshar finds himself drawn to the gates of Hammerhal Ghyra. The spirit of the Waaagh! spurring him on, calling for the destruction of all that stands in his way and in his victory finally earning a place at Gordrakk’s side.

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