Inquisitor Risium

These look amazing. AoS showing off a perfect mix of its fantastical weirdness combined with some more gritty looks (all artwork from the Firestorm set)

Has anyone else seen the Kharadron Overlords!? The look absolutely stunning, and I can't wait to see what kind of mad schemes people come up with though. Even for their races, they are full of possibilities

Sadly I haven't had the time to start on my warband properly, despite having most of what I need for them. I was inspired by the Horus Heresy character series, various books, and later blogs like Ex Profudis, to start a story set in the Warhammer universes. Each story would be filled with characters of all shapes and sizes, some of them leading my armies, some of them traveling alone, some of them somewhere in between. This has been going for quite a while, but the Dark Age Of Sigmar has finally pushed me to start on the AoS story. The story itself has changed over time, but both the basics and the core idea of it has remained the same. I, not living in the Mortal Realms myself, can only do so little to explain the base idea of the story, so I shall leave it to one of my characters: "The Realms, including the Sigmar-Forsaken wasteland that is the Realm Of Chaos, are composed in much the same way. They are physical manifestations of magic, the force or energy that makes up our reality. We, as souls, swim through this murk of sorcery, our beings like a flickering candlelight, faint, yet bright enough to draw unwanted attention. The magic of each Realm acts in a certain way, subtly different from each other, the land falling to fit its patterns. In Shyish, for example, because of the peculiarities of that Realm, everything is in constant decline. That is a simple fact of life there. The same can be said for Ghur. It is a land of savagery, and thus its landscape reflects that. Many of the giant skeletons that litter the Great Plains there don't actually belong to any known species, the Realm itself created them. This sea of energy can be manipulated. Sorcerers use incantations to warp the magic, Cairns or monuments can be raised to direct its current. Daemons, accursed beings, are drawn to our candlelight souls or our great towers like moths to a flame, blank and empty spaces amidst the shining waters where a soul would reside. These are facts, proven by my colleagues in the Collegiate Arcanum time and time again. However I study a different path. For I believe there is something else present in the endless shifting depths of reality. Fate. I belive that there is a frequency, a level of sound, only detectable by those whose souls are so steeped in fell arts, or whose lives are coiled in the hands of fate to such an extreme extent. These people would hear something. A rhythm, a never ending chorus, always there, never stopping. The beating of the drums, the sighing of the harp. It has been spoken of in whispers or hushed fairytales, all across the Realms, all throughout history. Some say that Sigmar himself unknowingly taps out its tune while he broods, or that the Great Necromancer hears its sounds. Some say that only Tzeentch is privy to its full glory. It has been given many names. The Chorus of the Universe, the Great Song, the Telk'Ilniss, the Harmony of Time, the Scriveners Moon... ...and I'm going to find it." -Besmith Osiman of the Collegiate Arcanum