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Sir Roland sheathed his sword. “Twenty against a Daemon Prince of Nurgle? Those are not odds. That is an execution.”

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

“We cannot hold the Festering Court with a hundred spears and a prayer! Where are the High Elf patrols? Where are the engineers from Nuln?” Sir Roland sheathed his sword

Kaelen Ironhand knew better. The mist was a lie, just like the peace. he clawed free three days later