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On the painting table: these guys (the duardin from part 1) as well as some Shyish Sylvaneth

Though I am ignorant to what is sealed behind me, I will guard it until my final death Sigmund, Castigator of the Brotherhood, sworn to the defence of the Vault of Utgard

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The Witch Hunters of Sigmar’s Order are as varied in their disposition as in their appearances. Valeria Toorstock is known well in the wild forests of Utgard as a fearsome warrior and a merciless tracker. She has slain dozens of heretics and traitors, and is the only real form of ‘law’ enforcement in Utgard.

The wind whistles through the old, ruined houses. Snow is falling heavily, and the only lights that can be seen are small campfires dotted around the houses, in makeshift shelters. Shapes can be seen clustered around, and voices can be heard, talking in hushed tones. There, squatting near the gates, a band of goblins chattering and fighting over shiny trinkets. Closer to a ruined chapel to Nagash, a band of skyfaring duardin drink ale and swap stories with a human cartographer from Hammerhal. Above it all, a dark shadow stands atop the tallest ruin, looking down on the village. In any normal circumstances, the inhabitants would be at each other’s throats in an instant. But out in the wilds of Utgard, all alliances are forgotten.

A Narrative of the Realm of Death