The Forgotten Past…
During the year 1999IC, the God-Emperor Sigmar passed judgment on the city of Mordheim bringing a comet onto the city and leaving it a smoking ruin. Since then, few have had any reason to return to the city, whether for fear that Sigmar’s judgement may not be complete or because the buildings still standing have been completely deserted by the citizenry of the Empire. Of those few brave souls who lack any better judgement and have gone into the remains of the city even fewer have come back with a handful of trinkets and heirlooms, some fragments of a strange stone sure to earn an unfortunate buyer a visit from a Witchhunter, and a collection of wild stories about mutants, beastmen, the undead, and worse.

Some say that the twin tailed comet was a fragment of the moon Morrslieb. Heretics whisper that it was Sigmar’s touch itself that caused it. The pious lay the blame at the feet of Tzeentch. However it came about, the comet that leveled Mordheim was almost completely made of warpstone which has been corrupting the winds of magic ever since it landed in the Old World. After a time, this disruption was noticed by the Elven Loremasters in Ulthuan who monitor the great vortex and so the Phoenix King Bel-Hathor began one of his greatest works, he commissioned the White Tower of Saphery to construct a new set of Elven Waystones to direct and contain the blight from the comet lest its influence spread and the Daemon Wars start again.

The Distant Past…
2375IC. The conflicts with the Dark Elves has subsided enough that the mages and materials required for the waystones have been released to complete their work. Teclis’ establishment of the Imperial Colleges of Magic has allowed the humans to pacify the lands of the Empire to the point where construction of the waystones is now feasible. To this end, the High Elves seek to establish the outpost of Athel Morvain to guard the waystones and control the monstrosities coming out of Mordheim until the waystone fence is complete. The dwarves of Karak Kadrin, suspicious of their motives, pressure Magnus the Pious to refuse their request. Fearful of alienating their support, Magnus gives in and refuses the elves; though given the elven influence throughout the Empire, he does not publicize this decision. Finubar decides to proceed anyways and constucts Athel Morvain in secret. It is heavily shrouded in glamours and hidden from the mortal world.

The Recent Past…
Ten years ago. Orran Herzewald, the second son of Baron Johalle Herzewald of Burgenhof leaves to begin his studies at the Imperial Colleges of Magic and enrolls in the Jade College.
Three years ago. The work has continued at Athel Morvain slowly but surely. When the primary Azyr stone is erected and it’s enchantments activated, it causes an evil wind to blow north out of Sylvania. It carries a plague that ravages southern Ostermark including Burgenhof. Most of the town succumbs including the Herzewald family including Baron Johalle, heir apparent Andrew, and the youngest Emillia. Orran leaves the Amethyst College as a journeyman wizard to assume his father’s title and begin rebuilding Burgenhof.
Two years ago. The Mordheim Blight is now 40% contained. Orran encounters a peddler selling trinkets recovered from Mordheim and decides to venture there himself. While exploring the city, he discovers a former wizard’s residence and due to his education is able to find and unlock the wizard’s hidden stash. He find a copy of the Liber Vivandis, a forbidden tome written by Doctor Froderick Fronkanshteen (GM’s note: Feel free to change this name, I couldn’t help myself) about the reanimation of dead tissue.
One year ago. During a trip to Seigfreidhof, Orran noticed a new waystone that wasn’t there during his trip to Mordheim a year earlier; inscribed with the elven rune for Ghyran, the green wind of life, and hatches a plan.

The Present…
Orran is taking advantage of his arcane education and plans to realign several waystones attuned to Ghyran to focus an extreme amount of energy on himself so he can complete the restoration of Bergenhof.

The Future…
…is uncertain…

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