The skies above Fort Dorznye-Vort glow with malice and swirling arcane energies. Even the hardened Kossars occasionally clutch their talismans for courage, but one man on the battlements shows not even a trace of fear. Boris Ursus, named 'The Tzar of Tzars' by more than a few Kislevites, calmly checks the powder in his pistol as a few flecks of polluted snow flurry down and stick to his beard and armor.

"Archaon hit us hard yesterday," says Ursus. "But his attention is divided. My scouts tell me he's fighting against daemons in the northwest and ratmen to his south. We just have to wait for the right moment, then we can crush him."