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On the last year of the second millennium, five years before the rule of the most benevolent Emperor Rurl Franz, there fell a time unlike any other. Just as they had before the birth of divine Sigmar, the wings of fire in the sky again herded the coming of great things-- the coming of plague, the coming of war, the coming of pestilence and hunger.
Though its unholy name is now stricken from the records of the Great library of Kltdorf, and its ruins razed by Magnus the Saviour of the Empire, it would tell you the tale of the cursed city, brought low by the wrath of gods.
It would tell you the tale of
Mordheim
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