Tripod Hwts Squad "moros" - Commissioned

As the meadows settled into lingering embers and the ashes choked the alpine spires, a truth burrowed deep in the chest of Asphodel. There was no return to normalcy to be had, no fields to plow, no harvests to collect. Their world would forever more face the ebb and flow of the Greenskin tide and all that was remained was the struggle. That struggle would not end in their life time, nor once hundreds of generations had laid down their lives. War had come to Asphodel and it would never relinquish it's new prize.