THE DIDGERIDEAD

Long ago, during an ancient and forgotten age, the Nehekhara stood as the shining beacon of civilization and Human achievement; a golden age where its cities shone with a majestic splendor, its buildings crafted from magnificent marble and limestone, its armies conquering kingdom upon kingdom, and their mighty rulers reigning as living Gods amongst Man. Their reign stretched from the Great Desert of Araby, to the Bitter Sea coast, to the Northern Badlands, to the steaming Southland jungles and by magic, it even reached all the way to the Southern Wastes.

But those days are long gone...

Aeons later, when Settra King of Tomb Kings awoke from his slumber, the Wastes were just distant memories to him. A place he overlooked when reawakening all the ancient Tomb Kings from Dreamtime. And thus, having been forlorn by their Emperor King, the Southern Tomb Kings remained motionless.

Fate however, had not forgotten the Southern Wastes...

Local tribesmen knew of these ancestral spirits lingering in their lands. Stories of former greatness and great treachery had been passed down through generations. And one day the time had come, and hatred and malice started seething out from the red rock shrines the tribesmen had carved out to honor the spirits. The tribesmen knew what they had to do. The stories had told them.

And so it came to pass, the Ancestral Spirits were reawakened, not by the bidding of Settra, but through the rituals of men - invoking the spirits' royal names amidst the haunting and hypnotic drones of their enchanted pipes.

First their shadows appeared, then blackened mists, then they took physical forms, and with them came the dead burried beneath them, and they walked forward, now thirsting for revenge, conquest, and Blood Bowl!