The bloodsoaked plains of Acheron quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the burning heart of a volcano, their flesh fused into steel by the malevolent power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. All soldier is a weapon, wielding artifacts that hum with forbidden energy.
This is the wrath of Gose'dur, a Gose'dur's influence is felt across the galaxy, a shadow falling upon worlds and civilizations alike.
Solely through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith warhammer gosedjur can the Ruinous Powers be contained. But for now, Gose'dur's reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.