So a short post this week, but this has been one I've been wanting to publish for awhile. For a proper Oldhammer photograph, you need a proper old school backdrop!

Shak'nar knew he had the favor of the gods as another warrior wandered from the chaos wastes to join his band. Clearly the gods were blessing him with more followers as a reward for his magnificence. His band of loyal marauders had already taken the skulls of Hezvax the slimy and debauched themselves upon the warband of Abagor Buldadred. It was only a matter of time before he controlled the greatest army in all the chaos wastes!

Many years ago, the Great Enchanter Drachenfels was defeated by brave adventurers. Now, playwright Detlef Sierck plans a production showing these events – at the site of the necromancer's death. But the dead do not rest easy…

-Drachenfels, Black Library 

The one known as Sordidum Mala stood before the walls of the imperial palace, its giant eye, where no eye should be (for it was machine not man), weeping for the horrors it had seen. But the malevolent  thing that now resided in it cared not for those horrors because it was interested in one thing -- death. 

No one is really sure from who these titans were, but as Horus advanced on Terra they came. They came from the far east, where no titan legions were known to be stationed and they bore no recognizable markings. When hailed, only garbled and guttural sounds responded, although, very occasionally, the names Interfectorem Exspiravi and Upsilon Deus could be heard. The armies of Horus did not waste much time attempting to communicate with them; these titans were heavily blessed by the four Powers and their loyalty was not an issue. And slay in the name of Horus, they did...

Göran joined Hrolf and Snorre on the trail of those pesky Anglish. After wiping out their village, Alfarinn learned that the church's gold and silver had been scurried off by a few of the locals to protect it. Alfarinn sent the three of them out to find the treasure. Surely, with all that weight slowing them down, the Anglish couldn't be too had to find or too far ahead of them.

-Excerpt from the Saga of Alfarinn the War-Maker