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GLOTTKIN
The End Times - Volume II
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I have seen the doom of man. It is
written in the stars, an omen borne upon
the twin-tailed comet that blazes bright
across the firmament.
The barbarous tribes of the north will
see it as a sign of their final victory
over the world. Yet the children of the
Heldenhammer shall look upon it in hope
and fear alike. Hope, that it heralds the
return of their most glorious champion.
Fear, that it signals the death of all
their kind has achieved.
And they are right to do so.
In the north, foul hordes flock to the
banner of the Three-Eyed King. Like
blood pulsing from a wound in the world’s
crown, they march south to bring the
touch of Chaos to all. The Everchosen’s
warlords shall plunge their blades deep
into the civilised realms, looting fallen
empires for their own glory.
Brothers three shall bring low the
Empire of Man. It is they who will
muster the plague-kissed in their
master’s name. It is they who will cast
the curse of unbound life, a curse that
will bring primal disorder to a world of
hard-won progress.
United, the lords of disease shall bring
the Old World to the brink of ruin –
ruin from within, and from without.
All things clean and true shall sicken
and fade. The gods of man shall fade
with them, until only death holds the key
to salvation.
These are the End Times.
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