4th Edition Age of Sigmar: Hopeful Trepidation

In the shadowed halls of Blight City, Where warpstone whispers weave their wicked tales, The Skaven stir, their fur-clad legions rising, A billion teeth gnashing, eyes aflame.

For centuries, they skulked, unseen, Their plots and schemes veiled in darkness, While Sigmar’s Stormcast stood sentinel, Unaware of the verminous storm brewing.

Now, the Vermindoom blooms—a vile flower, Its roots burrowing into the Realm of Fire, Festering rents tear reality asunder, And the Great Horned Rat ascends, a fifth deity.

The Hallowed Knights, stalwart and scarred, Summon the Ruination Chamber—veterans, Reforged countless times, clinging to humanity, Their final march into a warzone tainted by warpstone.

And what of the game, the Age of Sigmar reborn? Its rules rewritten, layers of complexity peeled away, A fresh canvas for battles waged on celestial plains, Spearhead mode, swift and brutal, an hour’s fury.

Yet trepidation lingers, like a hidden Skaven assassin, Will this new edition elevate or unravel the tapestry? As dice tumble and miniatures clash, we wonder, Will our heroes emerge unscathed or forever changed?

So gather your armies, paint your banners bright, For the Mortal Realms await—a canvas of strife, And in the heart of every gamer, a whisper: “May the dice roll true, and the Horned Rat be kind.”