It is a thing of bleak irony that of all the creatures of the Mortal Realms, none are marked by a doom worse than its very greatest heroes. The curse of eternal rebirth is a terrifying thing. To be forever locked in an unbreakable cycle of life, death and tortourous reforging; the unending, accumulating trauma of an untold number of violent deaths gnawing inexorably at a humanity only half remembered. Denied any true rest. That is the curse of the stormcast, an inescapable purgatory every bit as terrifying as the damnation promised by the great enemy or the grim darkness of Nagash's nightmarish realm.