30min, painter x.

at the heart of Mordheim's Inner Chase is the dead husk of Irminsul the great doom-linden. its skeletal branches now uphold a small part of the sprawling empire that is Exterminatus Labs. the claws of industry sink deep into Graveland's cursed soil, their rust-dripping grasp most evident here in Irminsul's shadow, where the air is thick with choking vapours and blinding smoke.

welcome to Graveland.