﻿By Sigmar!
By the Comet!
Waaaaaaagh!
Fear me mortals, for I am the Anointed, the favored Son of Chaos, the Scourge of the World.
Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!
There is nothing as sure in the world as the glitter of gold and the treachery of elves!
SETTRA DOES NOT SERVE!
The gods have seen fit to populate the Old World with all manner of foul monsters.
Surrender and serve me in life, or die and slave for me in death.
Your doom is coming, man-things.
Yes-yes!
All tunnels lead to Skavenblight.
Summon the Elector Counts!
No peace, just WAR!
...Ghal Maraz its name, the Splitter of Skulls...
Faith, steel and gunpowder.
As long as the fire of the Great Temple lasts, Middenheim and Middenland will never fall.
Living under the threat of Norscans all the time, it does something to the Nordlanders. They're half-Norscan themselves.
The Raven God calls!
Rats the size of men???
Grimgor iz da best!
I am Sigmar's heir!
Welcome to Estalia gentlemen!