(Updated: 10/10/2018)


Inspired by three stories actually; The Night Unfurls, The Star Spangled Man with a Plan and Reaper and the Black Dogs.

I do not own Warhammer Fantasy or Kuroinu at all. They all belong to their respective owners.

Without further ado, let us begin...


"When the sun rests, and the world is dark, and the great fires are lit, and the ale is poured into flagons, then it is time to sing sagas as the Dwarfs do. And the greatest saga is the saga of Sigmar, mightiest warrior. Harken now, hear these words, and live in hope."


Chapter 1


Múren, 1 days march from Feoh

Muren was a small town located near the mountains. A days march west from the fortress city, by foot or horse, would bring the individual traveler up a rocky path to a rocky-like hill overlooking a lake, and from looking across the traveler would find a town built on the other side of that lake.

The town wasn't quite well known due to its seclusiveness area, in fact, it can only be found in the most detailed of maps. The rocky terrain that dominates the general area, not only protects and hides it from most invaders but prevents agricultural productive activities such as farming and grazing.

Hence the only primary activity that the town could rely on is fishing, and under the course of its existence, it has developed an effective aquaculture tradition on the lake, possibly years ahead of its own time. Freshwater wasn't a big issue as there are plenty of sources for freshwater, however, foods had to be delivered to them from Feoh and other much larger settlements.

Due to its seclusiveness and location, not many travelers would find such a town. Besides, who would even travel up the mountains to a location like this?

Well that's exactly what he did

And his arrival herald a pretty large commotion, not that it was bad, to begin with.

It was a calm and serene afternoon, and the local townsmen who had finished work early were resting in the local alehouse. Some sat together as they drank, ate or chatted with friends, while others sat beside the fire and just relaxed, or were trading stories with one another.

"So I hear that the war's getting pretty serious" spoke a man at a table, taking a sip of his ale. "Heard from a friend Dark Queen has mobilized her stronger forces against the Alliance"

"Shit, really?" His friend beside him questioned. "So what's going to happen now?"

The other man shrugged "I don't know, the heck if I know, I'd say we'll be alright."

"You seem pretty chill about it"

"What's there to worry about? We got them Seven Shield Princesses, the alliance's support and aid of the other southern kingdoms and them mercenaries that they've got, most noticeably them Black Dogs"

"The Black Dogs?"

"Yeah. Well known around here. Heard their leader liberated an entire town from Orc control in under a day"

"Really? Damn, he must have known what he was doing"

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Besides, it's just a rumored story anyways" He went to drink from his mug. "And there's nothing left. Hey! Abertha! Another Mug of ale please!"

The woman at the counter and owner of the alehouse; Abertha McCormac nodded. "Coming right up Jason!"

She reached for another mug to fill with ale, and as the front door of the alehouse was swung wide open, she merely cast a gaze at the entranced to see who had arrived and if she should prepare drinks or not.

What greeted her caused her to pause in filing the mug in her hand.

Instead of a regular local, a foreign man shuffled into the alehouse. A heavy cloak, filled with rips and holes obscured a majority of his appearance. What was visible for her to observe were some noticeable features.

Firstly, he was a very tall man. She never took time to learn how to count heights but if she had to guess, he was taller than even her own father before he died.

He was also quite handsome. No hood obscured his face, allowing everyone to see his handsome looks, as well as his brown hair and eyes.

Secondly, from what the holes of the man's cloak could reveal, she could make out bits of battered and dented, dark silver armour underneath, decorated with gold trimmings that seemed to be fading away.

The man took a seat at one of the empty tables near the corner.

"Who is that?" Someone near her whispered to someone else.

"How am I supposed to know?" the other responded, "you think I have seen him before?"

"Quiet you too!" Abertha whispered to them harshly "You want to be killed by a stranger?"

"How would you know that we'd be killed?"

"Do you want to chance that, Jason?" Abertha questioned the man, shutting him up. Adjusting her ponytail, she left the counter and approached the cloaked man.

"Hi and welcome to The Dolphin" she greeted the man with a welcoming tone. "How...can I help you?"

The man did not utter a response, which she found a bit rude.

"Water" the man finally told her. "I would like some water please"

"Of course sir" Abertha nodded. She motioned for one of her workers; by the name of Anthony to go fetch a glass of water. "Anything else you would like?"

"Food...and a place to sleep please"

"Food of course, however, we don't have any rooms here sir," Abertha told him. "However, the inn across have plenty of rooms for you to stay in"

"As long as you don't do anything fishy…" Abertha's mind though. If the man were to be up to no good, she hopes that the town levy would be able to put him down.

The man nodded "Thank you, I humbly appreciate it. Tell me…"

"Abertha McCormac"

"Nice to meet you, Abertha. Tell me, do you happen to know where I am at this current moment?"

"You're in Muren; a days walk from Feoh. although you happen to never hear of this town, to begin with"

He shook his head "I haven't. Forgive me, I am rather new to this area"

"It's fine really. So where do you come from? From what you said, you aren't from around here. The kingdom of Caen? The Republic of Eisenberg perhaps?"

"Let's just say I come from a very far away place"

"Oh really?" Abertha raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "Where to be exact? Can it be found on a map or something?"

The man chuckled, and Abertha could have sworn that it sounded hollow. "Even if you do try to find it on a map, you won't be able to find it"

"Are you from the new world colonies?"

"No. From once I come, there is nothing left. Only dust and myself to tell the tale"

Any lingering hostile thoughts of the man vanished from the woman's mind. "Oh...I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

"It's ok. You didn't know of it"

A few seconds after he said, did his food finally arrived, brought to him once again by Mason. As the man ate, chatter soon returned to the alehouse, only this time the topic was about the man who, for some, claim that he has lost everything that he held dear.

After finishing the meal, the man placed both fork and knife down together on the plate and grabbing a nearby napkin, wiped his mouth clean.

"Thank you for your hospitality" the man thanked them. "I have nothing to give you as a token of gratitude"

"It's ok, really, you don't need to give anything" Abertha assured him. "If you want, you can spend as much time here as possible"

"I am deeply thankful for this"

"No problem. So do you have a name, sir?" she asked him.

"Apologies, for not introducing myself. My name is Sigmar. Sigmar Heldenhammer. It is nice to meet you, Abertha"


END

Any, who have more knowledge of the Warhammer franchise than I have are more than welcome to help me out when it comes to lore and stuff. I may be a "fanatic" when it comes to the lore, but even I have my limitations.

As the title of the story explains, it'll not only be Sigmar that'll be present but also others, however for those that'll think it'll be the same cast from AOE, it'll won't be. Instead, it'll be people, who for those that I have selected, we could all agree that each deserve their place in Age of Sigmar.

P.s; I tried to nail Sigmar's personality and stuff right. Hopefully I did…

Also the next Chapter will be a bit longer, and it will with each update.