Many centuries ago, Thut-Khátón, a young King of the far lands of the Sacred River, was murdered by his enemies just after reaching the throne. The boy King, son of the Pharoah Rá-Amin-Khátón and one powerful Queen of the East-Lands was beloved by his people. The sacred burial longed 30 nights. 100 priests and 1000 weepers followed the mummified corpse through the streets, and was buried in a small tomb, full of treasures, in the deepest of a secret valley.
His enemies did not reach their goal, because after the burial they tried to place a new ruler of their convenience and the people, who had not forgotten his King so easily, started a rebellion and ejected the murderers. The survivors of the faction found refugee in the Old World lands being exiled forever from the Sacred River land.
When Nagash unleashed his spell of evil and damnation over the Sacred River Land, all things dead came back to life (un-dead, in fact), but the young King tomb, hidden in a Sacred valley, and blessed by powerful sorcery, protected the young king from rising of his eternal rest.
Four full-moons ago, a squad of Skaven looters, dared into the valley in search of booty. Accidentaly they found the tomb, breaking the sacred seals of the tomb entry. The blinding scene of uncountable treasures inside (war chariots, minerals, piles of gold objets and artifacts, ivory vessels, weapons, holy food, mummified animals) ended quickly, as the permanenet magic of Nagash caused the instant dead of all the Skaven, dying all by the cold hands of the now awaken King.
The dead eyes of Thut-KhatÃÂn stared the moon once again after long centuries, and shined with wrath when he remembered those who had killed him. He marched North, in search for his killers descendants. On his way, all the dead of his Kingdom, who had not risen for Nagash, now arised to follow his King in his vengeance.
Margburg inhabitants were horrified. An Undead plague! Here? In Margburg? So far and in such a poor zone? The mayor Carter quickly understood that the milita and the men would not stop that army, and all the city gathered all their money and sent Howard, the young son of the mayor to Tilea, to hire a mercenary army to save the city.
One week later, the old general D'Aguirre who had fought Undead before camped with his veterans' army three miles from the city, waiting. When his scouts told him about strange macabre events in the area, he order to advance his army, going directly to the deadly encounter of Thut-Khátón
