Miniatures

Many see the receding mire of swamplands as a sign of victory, for it heralds the decline of the Marro scourge that once plagued the land. But to the Kyrie of the Moon Tribe, it is an ill portent.

Winter’s bitter chill lingers later into each passing year. Even lands as far south as the Forgotten Forest saw no melt in recent summers, and its evergreen boughs bend low with snow.

Shaken by the peace summit’s collapse, Jandar sent his trusted knights to lock down his borders and ensure no such incidents could occur on his land.

After untold ages adrift in space nurturing the faintest of embers, the Hellforge blazes once more, and Mandukor must feed it, devouring anything and everything in the path of its inexorable advance!