1. Sigmaritas - Tomo de batalla (Cámara Extremis).pdf

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From the maelstrom of a sundered world, the Eight Realms were
born. The formless and the divine exploded into life. Strange, new
worlds appeared in the firmament, each one gilded with spirits,
gods and men. Noblest of the gods was Sigmar. For years beyond
reckoning he illuminated the realms, wreathed in light and majesty
as he carved out his reign. His strength was the power of thunder.
His wisdom was infinite. Mortal and immortal alike kneeled before
his lofty throne. Great empires rose and, for a while, treachery was
banished. Sigmar claimed the land and sky as his own and ruled
over a glorious age of myth.
But cruelty is tenacious. As had been foreseen, the great alliance
of gods and men tore itself apart. Myth and legend crumbled into
Chaos. Darkness flooded the realms. Torture, slavery and fear
replaced the glory that came before. Sigmar turned his back on
the mortal kingdoms, disgusted by their fate. He fixed his gaze
instead on the remains of the world he had lost long ago, brooding
over its charred core, searching endlessly for a sign of hope. And
then, in the dark heat of his rage, he caught a glimpse of something
magnificent. He pictured a weapon born of the heavens. A beacon
powerful enough to pierce the endless night. An army hewn from
everything he had lost. Sigmar set his artisans to work and for
long ages they toiled, striving to harness the power of the stars.
As Sigmar’s great work neared completion, he turned back to the
realms and saw that the dominion of Chaos was almost complete.
The hour for vengeance had come. Finally, with lightning blazing
across his brow, he stepped forth to unleash his creation.
The Age of Sigmar had begun.
W
ith strikes of sky-
splitting lightning,
the Stormcast
Eternals arrived in the Mortal
Realms bringing bloody
retribution to the minions
of the Dark Gods.
This was
Sigmar’s war – a crusade to
free the realms, a campaign to
exact vengeance for the wanton
slaughter wrought in the
Age of Chaos.
With the dawn of this new
age, the armies at Sigmar’s
command had power enough
to stand against the forces of
Chaos. Yet as the shock of those
initial strikes wore off, and the
overwhelming numbers of the
foe were brought to bear, the
Stormhosts of the Heavens began
to find themselves hard pressed.
Had the God-King waited too
long? Had his foes grown too
powerful? Not even the divine
are free of doubt.
As the Chaos Gods sent forth their
seemingly endless counter-attacks,
the Heavens too were emptied. In
Sigmar’s hour of need, Dracothion
arrived once more. Roaring, the
Great Drake released a bolt of
celestial judgement, and across
Sigmaron the doors of a hundred
Temples opened.
It was time to unleash the might
of the Extremis Chambers.

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