1991 · Games Workshop Ltd.
A Glimpse of Chaos…
As the rain lashed down and thunder rumbled across the sky, a brief flash of lightning illuminated a bedraggled group of travellers. Their slow climb up the rocky slopes to the foreboding tower at the summit seemed to last an eternity. At last the figures escaped the storm and entered a dark hallway. As they peered into the shadows, they saw a sinister figure on a rocky throne.
A solitary traveller stepped forward from the huddled and dripping group and addressed the presence on the throne.
“My Lord Morcar, we come bearing grave tidings. We must report the failure of your plan to raise the Ogre Horde against the Empire. Once again we were routed by those accursed Champions and once again we were forced to flee.”
The figure on the throne shifted and a voice like death broke the silence.
“I am aware of your failure, Festral. But as in all things I have learned from my failures. Firstly I have learned not to underestimate the Emperor’s Heroes. Secondly, I have learned not to rely on fools. I have therefore conceived a new scheme to destroy the Emperor’s Heroes forever. I have chosen four Lieutenants to carry out my plan. Come forth my Lieutenants.”
