F.A.Q. - TLDR
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Victory is ours, and the spirit of Sigmartag endures. Once again, the Ruinous Powers were reminded that the Old World shall not fall so easily.
As Sigmar fought, so shall we. We will become part of the legend, we shall wipe Chaos from our door! Only when this is done, when our Nation has healed, can the Empire stand whole once more!
But every victory comes at a great cost... a journey to the Maw and beyond is long and perilous. Filled with treachery, bloodshed, and trials that test even the strongest in faith.
To cross into the threshold of Chaos is to leave reality and sanity behind. To enter a land full of demons and abominations, all dictated by the will of hateful Gods. Yet our heroes did not break their stride, their willpower far too great to hesitate, even for a moment.
Being so close to the Realms of Chaos is nearly impossible to describe. A place of ceaseless change where all things are constant, and the laws of nature don't apply. The land constantly shifts, from towering mountains of brass, to valleys full of sludge in an instant. Howling storms of laughing skulls morph into acid rain... screams of pleasure and madness haunt the very winds, and a man can travel one thousand miles in a step, or two feet in a year!
Yet amid this nightmarish chaos, one light held firm: Reikwatch did not falter, their will to protect the Empire anchored their sanity in a realm where there is none!
How long they spent in the Realms of Chaos is unkown, as it is impossible to really know. By standards of the Old World, they spent less than a few months in those wastes, yet from their perspective, it could have seemed like decades, covering unlikely distances and suffering unimaginable nightmares... for us mortals are merely toys to the Ruinous Powers.
For the Chaos Gods, there is no more potent draught than that offered up by the fury of battle, for in times of conflict, the emotions of mortals are at their most rich and plentiful. Thus, those who survive on this path are changed forever, transformed into some of the mightiest warriors of all the world.
And so across the Sea of Claws, in the cold wastes of Norsca, rumors spread, mere whispers of familiar shades of our heroes now bearing the heretical marks of Chaos Undivided. Have we sacrificed too much? It cannot be so!
The Empire returns victorious... but not unscathed. Chaos rises in the North.
Is it a mere tale to frighten children, or the spark of a great storm yet to come?
