A storm so perilous it ravages all that it touches, leaving the newly blasted lands prime for the taking. In their wake comes The Everwinter, their constant companion, an unforgiving storm that snaps at the Beastclaw Raiders’ heels with mighty fangs of cold. Wherever they ride the land is reduced to nothing more than an ice-covered wasteland. Their constant desire is for nothing more than to sate their never-ending hunger. They are a living storm, The Fists of Winter fearsome Ogors who live for the hunt. The Frostlord Vorgrun Loshar and his Raiders of the Sovanheng Alfrostun have descended upon Hammerhal!
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