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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 creations.

The Age of Sigmar had begun.

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Из сгущающегося мрака появляется культ Механикус, чьи выхлопы пропитаны фимиамом, а голоса выводят зловещие молитвы. Это не чётко упорядоченная военная сила и не милосердное собрание святых мужей, но религиозная процессия кибернетических кошмаров и бездушных автоматов. Каждый из их числа добровольно отказался от своей человеческой сущности, превратившись в живое оружие в руках своих бесчеловечных хозяев.

Когда-то техножрецы культа Механикус пытались распространять знания, чтобы улучшить жизнь человечества, теперь они с мясом выдирают эти знания у Галактики для собственной пользы. Культ Механикус не несёт прощение, милосердие или шанс обратиться в их веру. Вместо этого он несёт смерть — тысячью разных способов, каждый из которых оценивается и записывается для последующего обобщения.

Пожалуй, именно в такого рода жрецах Империум нуждается больше всего, ибо человечество стоит на пороге катастрофы…

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Fire sputters… The shame of our deaths and our heresies is done. They are behind us, like wretched phantoms. This is a new age, a strong age, an age of Imperium. Despite our losses, despite the fallen sons, despite the eternal silence of the Emperor, now watching over us in spirit instead of in person, we will endure. There will be no more war on such a perilous scale. There will be an end to wanton destruction. Yes, foes will come and enemies will arise. Our security will be threatened, but we will be ready, our mighty fists raised. There will be no great war to challenge us now. We will not be brought to the brink like that again…

This book is a production of the InterWorld's Bookforge.