Sigmar Heldenhammer and the Founding of the Empire

Every great nation needs a founding story, and the Empire of Man has the finest one in the Old World. It begins not with a king or a conqueror but with a single act of mercy on a mountain road, and it ends with a god. Between those two points lies the tale of Sigmar Heldenhammer (warrior, unifier, and eventually deity), whose deeds two and a half thousand years ago still shape every prayer, every battle, and every borderline in the greatest realm of men. To understand the Empire, you must first understand the boy with the hammer.

The Age of the Tribes[edit]

Long before the Empire, the lands between the mountains and the sea were home to a scatter of human tribes (the Unberogen, the Teutogens, the Thuringians, and a dozen more), living in stockaded villages and warring endlessly among themselves. They were brave but divided, and the world was closing in around them: greenskins raided from the hills, the beasts of the Beastmen Brayherds stalked the forests, and the darkness in the north stirred as it always does. Into this hard age was born Sigmar, son of a chieftain of the Unberogen, and from his youth it was plain he was something more than an ordinary warrior.

The Debt on the Mountain Road[edit]

The turning point of Sigmar's life, and of all history after it, was an act of rescue. Coming upon a column of dwarfs of the Dwarfen Mountain Holds beset by a greenskin warband, the young Sigmar and his warriors fell upon the attackers and freed them. Among the captives was a dwarf king, and the debt of honour thus incurred forged a bond between the two peoples that would remake the world. The dwarfs do not forget a wrong, but neither do they forget a kindness. And the kindness Sigmar showed on that road would be repaid in a gift of kingship and a friendship that has endured, through every later quarrel, to this day.

The Battle of Black Fire Pass[edit]

The great test came at a mountain pass, where a vast horde of the Orc and Goblin Tribes poured south to overrun the human lands for good. Sigmar did what no man had managed before: he persuaded the fractious tribes to set aside their feuds and stand together, and he called upon his dwarf allies to march at his side. In the narrow pass the combined host of men and dwarfs met the green tide head-on, and in a day of slaughter that passed into legend they broke it utterly. Black Fire Pass was more than a victory. It was proof that united, mankind could do what divided it never could: survive.

The Crown and the Runefang[edit]

In the wake of that triumph the dwarf king honoured his debt, gifting Sigmar a mighty warhammer forged in the deep holds and crowning the alliance in enduring friendship. Sigmar used the authority won at Black Fire Pass to bind the tribes together not as a conqueror but as a unifier, and the chieftains who had fought beside him became the first of the Elector Counts, each granted a runefang blade and the lordship of a province. Thus the Empire of Man was founded: not as one man's kingdom but as a coalition of proud peoples who had learned, at last, the value of standing together.

The Departure of Sigmar[edit]

Sigmar ruled for a long and glorious reign, but its ending is the strangest part of the tale. After decades on the throne, he laid down his crown, took up his hammer, and walked east into the mountains alone, never to be seen again. Some say he returned the runehammer to the dwarfs; some say he went to face a great evil; some say he simply chose to become myth rather than die a mortal king. Whatever the truth, his disappearance transformed him from a beloved ruler into something greater: an absence at the heart of the Empire that faith would rush to fill, and keep filling, for two and a half thousand years.

From Hero to God[edit]

In the centuries after his departure, Sigmar's memory did not fade but grew, until the man became a god. The Cult of Sigmar rose to become the closest thing the Empire has to a unifying church, its warrior priests carrying his hammer into battle, its faith the mortar holding the quarrelsome provinces together. Whether Sigmar truly ascended to godhood or was raised there by the longing of his people is a question theologians and cynics still argue. For the ordinary soldier in the line, it hardly matters. When the darkness comes, he calls on Sigmar, and something in him answers.

The Foundation That Holds[edit]

Everything the Empire is grew from those few decades of one man's life: its faith, its unity, its ancient bond with the dwarfs, its stubborn habit of surviving what should destroy it. The realm Sigmar built has been battered by civil war, plague, greenskins, and the servants of Chaos, and it has cracked a hundred times, but the foundation has held, because it was laid deep. To see the nation his legacy became, read our fuller account of the Empire of Man; to glimpse how even his mighty work meets its end, turn to the End Times.