They gather to them great Warherds of barbarous, bestial fiends, forged in the Time of Chaos dark amalgams of human intelligence, animal cunning and raw, reckless ferocity.Īs The Beastmen emerge from their woodland lairs, ten thousand hooves stamp in agitated union, and a foetid musk arises from the sea of matted fur. Between the twisted trunks, the Beastlords grow restless with an all-consuming battle-thirst. Something stirs in the deep dark forests of The Old World.
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