the old ones

While the sagacious Slann Starmasters spend their lives unpacking and executing the complex cosmic plans of the Old Ones, quotidian matters of Seraphon society fall to skink scholars and priests, who are in turn led by shrewd Skink Starseers.

Don’t let the small size of these reptilian rectors fool you – Skink Starseers are second only to the Slann in their mastery of the arcane powers.

Much like their caecilian commanders, Skink Starseers float into battle on arcanite palanquins, which conduct thaumaturgical energy and boost the lizard wizard’s powers. Utilising astromantic tools, orbs of pure star-glass, and their throne’s inbuilt dais, they read the constellations to provide celestial guidance to Seraphon armies.

WIND ROSE - Gates Of Ekrund

From the fortress old
The dwarves on the gates are crying for war
And coming with the night the blood will flow
Before their home
There's no turning back anymore
From the fortress old
They're holding the lines and ready to die
They stack on the walls
The swarm has arrived
At the gates of their home
There's no turning back anymore
Here we are, at the gates of the mountain
Hold the line
We're alone but no one was left behind
We are outnumbered as defenders
Overrun, but there will be no surrender
Here we are, at the gates of the mountain
Hold the line, feel the breath of the horde
That's charging us
We are outnumbered as defenders
Overrun, we will answer to their fire with fire!
Fire! Fire!
Fire and Stone
We came from the forge together
And we'll answer to the call
With Fire! fire!
We'll kill them all
As long as we are together
At the gates we'll not fall
Dark is night, not a star in the sky
Will shine on us, we're alone but no one
Was left behind, with desperation in our eyes
We wait to die in the forthcoming attack
ORCS AHEAD! At the gates of the mountain
Hold the line
Feel the breath of the horde that's charging us
We are outnumbered as defenders
Overrun, we will answer to their fire with fire!
Fire! fire!
Fire and Stone
We came from the forge together
And we'll answer to the call
With Fire! fire!
We'll kill them all
As long as we stay together
We will answer to their fire with fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire with fire
Fight the fire with fire
We will answer all, there's no choice anymore
Dwarves of Ekrund reunite together
In front of the gates of the fort
No step back for us
We stand firm like a wall made of stone
Dwarves of Ekrund reunite together
Defending the gates of our home

Stony the Golem

Stony the Golem, was a jolly greenskin soul,
With a big wood mask and a fists of stone, and two eyes made of coal.

Stony the Golem, is a fairytale, they say.
He was made of stone, but the gobboes know he came to life one day.

There must have been some WAAAAAAAAGH magic in that old wooden mask they found,

For when they placed it on his head, he began to stomp around!

Oh, Stony the Golem, was alive as he could be;
and the gobboes say he could charge and kill,
just the same as you and me.

Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
look at Stony go.
Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump,
over the hills of dead.

Stony the Golem, knew lotz of ummies was that day,
so he said, "Let's run, and we'll have some fun, before I broken now."

Down to the village, with a stunty in his hand,
Running here and there, all around the square,
sayin', "Catch me if you can."

He led them down the streets of town, right to the Sigmar's monk;

and only paused a moment, when he heard him holler, "Stop!"

For Stony the Golem, had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't cry, I'll be back again some day."