Praise Sigmar!

With recent reveals of some of the Dawnbringer Crusades miniatures for Age if Sigmat, I’ve been thinking a bit about Sigmar, himself. Specifically, the idea that whereas the divinity of Sigmar in the Old World was something that could potentially have been debated or doubted, there is no doubt in Age of Sigmar.

I’m curious to see where Games Workshop takes this army, given that it’s clearly an evolution of the Cities of Sigmar, shedding the aesthetic remnants of Warhammer Fantasy cand giving them a clear and unique identity within the Mortal Realms.

Anyway, here’s a wee poem about Sigmar!

In realms uncharted, where chaos held sway,
A god arose, forging destiny’s way.
Sigmar, the Thunderer, noble and bold,
A tale of discovery, yet to be told.

Through the realms he wandered, a soul untamed,
Seeking purpose, his legacy to be named.
With hammer in hand, and lightning as guide,
He ventured forth, undeterred by the tide.

In the mists of Azyr, he found his keep,
A realm of golden skies, where power runs deep.
From celestial halls, his legions took flight,
Bathed in heavenly glow, their spirits alight.

With each realm Sigmar touched, a realm reborn,
Life breathed anew, from the darkest thorn.
Ghyran bloomed with life, its forests lush,
While Chamon glimmered, with metals to crush.

Aqshy blazed with fire, its volcanoes aflame,
As Shyish whispered secrets, the realm of the slain.
Ulgu’s shadows danced, with illusions untold,
And Hysh gleamed brightly, a realm of pure gold.

In the realm of Ghur, Sigmar’s armies did rise,
With mighty beasts and warriors, a sight to mesmerise.
The mortal realms echoed with thunderous roars,
As Sigmar’s forces clashed in endless wars.

Yet amidst the triumph, a bittersweet sting,
For the realms were scarred, by chaos’ cruel sting.
From the twisted depths, the forces of the dark,
Sought to shatter the light, leave naught but a spark.

But Sigmar stood strong, his resolve unyielding,
As he rallied his allies, their power revealing.
He forged grand alliances, in the face of despair,
To stem the tides of chaos, with unwavering care.

For Sigmar knew, in the realms he’d found,
A destiny entwined, with every battleground.
To usher in an age of unbroken might,
Where hope would prevail, and darkness take flight.

So let us raise our voices, in praise and in awe,
For Sigmar’s discovery, that changed it all.
The Mortal Realms, a tapestry divine,
Crafted by a god, whose light will e’er shine.