The maimed plains of Kharl quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size crawl across the landscape, leaving a trail of ruin in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, carrying tools that throb with forbidden energy.
This is the wrath of Gose'dur, a Gose'dur's influence is warhammer gosedjur felt across the galaxy, a shadow falling upon worlds and civilizations alike.
Perhaps through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's ascendancy continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.