Return Of Reckoning [2025]

Sir Roland snatched the parchment, read it, and laughed—a bitter, cracking sound. “Thirty days? We will be lucky to hold thirty hours if the Rotfather marches.”

Return of Reckoning , they called it. The slow, brutal crawl back from the edge of annihilation. return of reckoning

A sharp cry pulled him from the memory. Down in the courtyard, a Bretonnian Questing Knight was arguing with a Witch Hunter. The knight’s voice carried, thick with frustration. Sir Roland snatched the parchment, read it, and

Sir Roland sheathed his sword. “Twenty against a Daemon Prince of Nurgle? Those are not odds. That is an execution.” Sir Roland snatched the parchment