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The Great Scholar Terickz feeling drowsy in that moment fell fast asleep. His face falling onto the table. Then suddenly the ground began to shake. The townsfolk scrambled looking for refuge that did not exist. The forces of Chaos had come. Champions of order and Hell fought and died in the millions.
What few friends Terickz had remaining, tried their best to wake him up. Urging him to flee the oncoming invasion. Tzeentch laughed as the Great Scholar Terickz slept, commanding his minions to spare his life.
The world exploded. Yet the scholar slept, he slept through it all.
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When he awoke the Great Scholar Terickz thought he was dreaming for his wish finally came true. He awoke to the Age of Sigmarines.