This story continues after the Dwarf army was in battle with the Daemons of Khorne. The company of dwarfs was still in search of their uncle, the lost prospector.

The prospector’s kindred continued to explore mountain peaks and valleys, hoping to find some sign of him. But, their hope was fading.

They rummaged through caves of wild beasts to see if they could find traces of him–even among the bones of prey… still no sign of him.

Late in the summer, they came upon a parched valley with a strange pool of water at the bottom. The dwarfs were curious and thought the prospector could have gone that way for some water. With buzzards swirling around the area, they decided to investigate.

As the dwarfs approached the pool, a bellowing wind began to surge toward them, picking up sand and dust and obscuring the pond.

The wind continued to rise and blow dust higher into the air. The Dwarfs started to suspect something unnatural was occurring. As the dust cloud approached them, they had no choice but to stand their ground.

As the dust storm drew near, suddenly a host of undead from another world emerged from the cloud, as if delivered by the wind.

An army of skeletons charged toward the dwarfs with all the might and magic of Thoth, the ancient God of the desert.