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.”

Kaelen counted the chimes. Seven. The number of Nurgle. The number of years the mist had held. return of reckoning

Return of Reckoning , they called it. The slow, brutal crawl back from the edge of annihilation. Kaelen pulled a crumpled parchment from his belt