The Primal Ascension

BOLTERCON 2026 registration opens soon. To whet your appetite, our esteemed Chief Hierophant Of Degenerate Extremists aka Devon H. would like to put some HYPE into your eyeballs – so read on, dear reader, to learn all about the conclusion of our Age of Sigmar league Primal Ascension in an epic Sigmarpocalypse showdown!

For four long months, five warlords carved a path through the savage wilds—drawn not by honor, nor conquest alone, but by the whispered promise of a relic steeped in ancient, devouring power.

At the heart of a desiccated oasis—its waters long since swallowed by the thirsty earth—lay a battlefield choked with bones and soaked in blood. It was there, amid the ruin of the fallen, that the Amberbone Crown revealed itself. Not found… but awakened.

It called out.

Not in words, but in hunger—planting visions of dominion, of empires unending, of divinity stolen and worn like a throne upon the brow. Even the most disciplined of leaders faltered. Even the strongest wills bent beneath its terrible allure.
Thus began the Primal Ascension campaign, as warbands clashed in the brutal realms of Ghur, each desperate to amass Amberbone—its power intoxicating, its cost unknown.

Early in the bloodshed, twin Daemonic Thirsters rose above the carnage, their legacy etched into the shattered bodies of those who dared oppose them. With an unstoppable fury, they amassed a hoard of Amberbone so vast that the Crown itself chose them. For a fleeting moment, they stood as kings of slaughter, crowned in ruin.

But the Crown is no servant.

It is fickle… and it is patient.

In the dead of a silent hour, it abandoned them.

Its next host: an Orruk warlord, brutal and cunning in equal measure. With the Crown upon his brow, he became a force of annihilation—slaughtering Seraphon phalanxes and felling towering Gargants with contemptuous ease. Entire hosts broke before him, their deaths feeding the legend of the Crown’s power.

Yet even legends draw the gaze of gods.

From the verdant realm of Ghyran descended Allarielle, the Everqueen herself, leading a radiant host of sylvan spirits. Where the Orruks had brought ruin, she brought wrath. The greenskins were unmade in a storm of claw and thorn, their warlord torn down in a fury of divine retribution.

And then… she claimed the Crown.

Even a god could not silence its whisper.

Beneath her rule, the forest turned. What once was life became conquest; what once was balance became domination. The Sylvaneth marched not to protect—but to subjugate. Ghur itself seemed to recoil as the Everqueen’s will darkened beneath the Crown’s insidious grip.

But destiny is never still.

In an astonishing betrayal of fate, the Sons of Behemat struck without warning. Giants fell upon the Everqueen’s forces like living avalanches. In the chaos, one rose above them all—King Brodd, the apex of gargant might. With unstoppable, cruel strength, he tore the Crown from its divine bearer and claimed it through brute force alone.

Now crowned, now ascendant, Brodd stood poised to wage war against the forces of Sigmar himself. At last, it seemed, the Crown had found its perfect vessel.

Or so it wished him to believe.

For at the height of its power, the Amberbone Crown revealed its true design. It did not exalt its bearer—it consumed them.
Through Brodd, it reached backward, pulling the minds of its former hosts into a singular will. Daemons. Orruks. Sylvaneth. All bound together beneath its unseen dominion. A monstrous war host gathered—Orruks raging, Khornate warriors thirsting, giants striding—marching not for their own glory, but for the Crown’s final purpose.

To claim Ghur.

To seal it.

To make it a kingdom eternal and alone.

Yet hope, though battered, was not extinguished.

Allarielle awoke as if from an endless nightmare, her clarity returning in a rush of horror. The truth of her corruption burned within her. She would not allow such darkness to take root again. Not in her. Not in any realm.

Across the stars, the Seraphon had already foreseen this moment. Their plans, long in motion, now converged with the Everqueen’s resolve. Together, they would strike—not for victory… but for annihilation of the Crown itself.

And so, deep within the ancient forests of Ghur, amid the crumbling bones of a forgotten settlement, the final act begins.
The Crown prepares its ritual.

A cataclysm that will sever Ghur from all other realms—forever.

The armies gather.

The air trembles with power.

And the fate of an entire realm hangs upon the edge of annihilation.

Sigmarpocalypse

Six months ago, at BOLTERCON 2025, the first Sigmarpocalypse was held. A new homebrewed format for large scale battles in the Mortal Realms. Now at the finale of this grand campaign, a second Sigmarpocalypse arrives.

6 players with a total of 27,000 pts of models threw down. One side set on destroying the crown once and for all, the other side looking to serve the crown and finalize its plan. The Sigmarpocalypse rules introduce a simplified take on the core ruleset. The major differences being:

Massed combat; All units fight simultaneously and all wounds are attributed at once. Also, if a unit is within combat range, all models in that unit are in combat range.
First round priority is determined by a general showdown in the middle of the battlefield. Also, no double turn and battle duration is reduced to 4 rounds.
In the hero phase, all wizards an priests are reduced to a power level of 1, but for every power level they lose, they get +2 to cast, unbind, banish and chant.
Shooting units may shoot at twice their range at a penalty of -1 to hit and wound.
Plus some special rules to spice it up…

With 27,000 points across two battle mats, the table was PACKED. Some 300+ models with hundreds of more dice rolling every round. Both forces came to blows, swathes of models removed quickly.

In the end, with help from a mid battle reinforcement from the forces of the Idoneth, King Brodd fell. The crown was shattered into dust, mixing into the soil of Ghur for the rest of time.

Wrap up

The Sigmarpocalypse is a special time to get all of the toys out of the toy box, drink beers and have a great time. That’s why at BOLTERCON 2026, we will be hosting our THIRD Sigmarpocalypse, welcoming everyone. Whether you have 500pts or 5000pts, we hope to see you at BOLTERCON 2026 in November (Registration goes live in July).

That is the all for now, see you at BOLTERCON!