Chris Wright - Age of Sigmar - Omnibus

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From the maelstrom of a sundered world, the Eight Realms were born. The formless and the divine exploded into life.
Strange, new worlds appeared in the firmament, each one gilded with spirits, gods and men. Noblest of the gods was Sigmar. For years beyond reckoning he illuminated the realms, wreathed in light and majesty as he carved out his reign. His strength was the power of thunder. His wisdom was infinite. Mortal and immortal alike kneeled before his lofty throne. Great empires rose and, for a while, treachery was banished. Sigmar claimed the land and sky as his own and ruled over a glorious age of myth.
But cruelty is tenacious. As had been foreseen, the great alliance of gods and men tore itself apart. Myth and legend crumbled into Chaos. Darkness flooded the realms. Torture, slavery and fear replaced the glory that came before. Sigmar turned his back on the mortal kingdoms, disgusted by their fate. He fixed his gaze instead on the remains of the world he had lost long ago, brooding over its charred core, searching endlessly for a sign of hope. And then, in the dark heat of his rage, he caught a glimpse of something magnificent. He pictured a weapon born of the heavens. A beacon powerful enough to pierce the endless night. An army hewn from everything he had lost.
Sigmar set his artisans to work and for long ages they toiled, striving to harness the power of the stars. As Sigmar’s great work neared completion, he turned back to the realms and saw that the dominion of Chaos was almost complete. The hour for vengeance had come. Finally, with lightning blazing across his brow, he stepped forth to unleash his creations.
The Age of Sigmar had begun.
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While the Spirit of Durthu struggled to be free, Ardaneth, Laurelwort and the dryads fought for their lives. The sylvaneth were usually swift and agile, but in the thick swamp their movements were slow and restricted. Such terrain did not bother Nurgle’s foul servants, however. Blighted warriors trudged through the mire with indomitable certainty, and their rust-eaten blades cleaved through the limbs and slender bodies of the sylvaneth. Spawn set upon the dryads, finding purchase in their offshoots and branching forms, enveloping shrieking heads with dribbling maws.

Laurelwort and the priestess ran to the aid of their people, advancing as one through the swarm of plague-swollen warriors. A monstrously bloated warrior strode through the filth towards them. His helm was twisted with horns that had erupted through his rusted helm. Pus dribbled through the slits of his visor as he gurgled in his own rot. The warrior gestured for the Forest Folk to approach with his rusted battle axe.

Moving with a fluid grace, Ardaneth ducked and weaved out of the clumsy path of his blade. Simply laying her bark-encrusted talons on his wrist and then shoulder, she allowed her powerful magic to flow through his tainted form. Infected limbs turned to stone, creaking and transforming before the warrior’s very eyes.

Two of his grotesque companions waded through the waters towards them. Ardaneth’s powerful magic left a gallery of rough statues in her wake. Laurelwort stretched out her sharpened talons, moving with a dancer’s confidence. Stabbing, slashing and crashing through the statues of Nurgle’s warriors, the branch nymph sent their shattered remains sinking to the bottom of the mire.

‘Fight for the Everqueen!’ Ardaneth called out to her people, but the dryads were dying. With the servants of Nurgle smashing through their lean forms, the dryads were fast becoming kindling that floated on the surface of the swamp. Drawn by the amber blaze of Shaddock’s awakening, diseased warriors closed on the ancient and began sinking their axes into his body and trunk.

With a creak, Shaddock brought a mighty arm around. Shredded bark and moss fell from the limb to reveal smooth ironwood and encrusting stone. A pair of bloated shapes emerged from a buzzing cloud of flies, their axe blades dripping with golden sap. As they hammered them into the ancient’s hallowed form, he snatched up the first Chaos warrior in his great talon and crushed him with the impunity of a natural force. Corroded plate crumpled, and the warrior’s diseased body distended until finally his head popped within his helm. Shaddock smashed the second axe-wielding monster away with such force that he came apart in a spatter of pus-laden gore.

A rabid spawn leapt on the wardwood’s arm but Shaddock flung it away with monstrous force, breaking its miserable body against the trunk of an Arkenwood tree. He felt the bite of new axe blades in his bark and grabbed for the putrid warriors attempting to fell his emerging form. He crushed them against his own bole like ripe fruit. He picked up armoured bulks by the tips of his bark-clad fingers before tossing them into the unyielding trunks of surrounding trees. He flicked heads from shoulders, allowing decapitated bodies to crash into the shallows.

As he fought, Shaddock tried to heave himself out of the ground. He could only do so much, rooted to the spot. Bark sheared and splintered away, and foliage cascaded down to carpet waters that began to bubble about him. The stench intensified as he unearthed the filth in which his resistant roots had been sat.

Suddenly, the waterlogged ground gave way and a sinkhole of foetid water gaped open. Thrashing his mighty limbs and splashing filth about him, the ancient disappeared beneath the surface with the warriors of Chaos attempting to chop him down.

‘No!’ Laurelwort yelled, splashing through the shallows towards the ancient. Ardaneth hauled the branch nymph back. A maggot-infested warrior stomped through the swamp towards them, but Laurelwort took out his leg with a swipe of her talons. As the servant of Nurgle splashed down into the shallows, the dryad ended him with vicious strikes.

Suddenly, Shaddock erupted from the mire. A wave of filth radiated from his emerging form, swamping Rotbringers and carrying Forest Folk out of the reach of axes and cleaving blades. Mud and decaying weed dribbled from his body. Clawing his way out of the sinkhole, Shaddock reared to his full height. Cocooning bark, branches and roots were gone, and the golden light of his spirit blazed from within, lighting up the forest. Filth steamed away from the glowing runes on his trunk.

The wardwood drew an elegant blade from the crooks and hollows of his back. Crafted from razor-sharp stone, it glowed like a blade drawn from a blacksmith’s forge — only it burned not with the heat of the furnace, but the golden energies of Shaddock’s sap.

‘Get down,’ the Spirit of Durthu commanded. Each and every dryad felt the power of his words reverberate through their being. They dropped, kneeling in the disgusting waters. Shaddock swung his glowing blade. Trailing a golden haze, the sword passed over the spirits and cleaved through the bodies of the still-standing servants of Nurgle. Rotten armour offered no protection, and sour flesh parted. Some warriors were sheared in half by the passage of the glorious blade, their rank innards displayed for all to see. Others, ripe with their myriad afflictions, simply came apart in a rain of gore.

Few were fast enough to avoid the devastation. Spawn gibbered and leapt at Shaddock, clawing and biting at his crooked trunk. He tore them from his body, crushing their spindly forms within a fist of ironwood and stone.

As Laurelwort ran to her people, the surviving dryads were helping each other back to their feet. Ardaneth approached their towering saviour. Shaddock looked down at the priestess. Thickets of sprouting shoots grew from his head, while those cascading from the bottom edge of his face gave the impression of a beard.

‘You are truly Queen-sent,’ she told him.

‘The Everqueen has not had need for my kind since the Splintering,’ Shaddock said. ‘But at long last she calls for my return.’

‘Of course, you must go,’ the priestess said. ‘As the Radiant Queen commands. She will have need of you.’

‘But she is not the only one in need,’ the Spirit of Durthu said, burning bright from within. ‘Where are the fell sorcerers and daemons that have damned the mighty Arkenwood?’

‘While the flood rises about us, they take to high ground,’ Laurelwort said, supporting a smashed dryad.

‘They weave their spells above the Ebon Tarn,’ Ardaneth said, ‘a place once sacred to our kind — but not anymore.’

‘Take me to this place.’

Shaddock knelt down once more, offering his branches and trunk to the Forest Folk. Led by Ardaneth and Laurelwort, dryads climbed up the crooks and stumps of his towering form. Rising once more, the Spirit of Durthu strode off through the diseased shallows and the forest of leaning trees.

The closer they got to the Ebon Tarn, the sicker the Arkenwood became. Trees were bare, diseased and abloom with warped fungi. Through the leafless canopy and drooping branches, Shaddock saw a rocky mound that rose above the forest floor. The mighty pines that had crowned the rise had been cut down and used as fuel for fires about which the noisome warriors of Nurgle were gathered. On the crest of the hillock, looking over the Ebon Tarn beyond, stood bloated sorcerers engaged in dread ceremonies.

The wardwood stopped at the foot of the rise, allowing the Forest Folk to disembark on dry land. He rose, looking towards the hillock.

‘You’re going to fight them?’ Ardaneth said, her voice light with hope.

‘They must be purged,’ Shaddock said.

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