Fear was as good as a cloak and Camilla no longer felt cold as they stumbled through the darkened snowfields. Morsliebb was swollen overhead and cast a sickly greenish light down on the ice, giving the whole spectacle a greenish nightmare gloss. There was no where to go now except to the tomb itself and so the presed onwards, hoping against hope not to stumble across more beastmen or worse horrors that haunted the night. 

Cydric had a vauge notion of where the tomb was located from his previous visit but in the dark, even with the eerie moonlight, it was difficult to get ones bearing. Eventually the settled on climbing one of the small hills to see if they could place themselves. Once they got atop the rocky knoll they immediately saw wan light flashing in the distance. Several hundred yards away the chaos wraiths stood brandishing weapons and shouting silent warcries but their attention was not on the party. Opposite them, a few hundred meters distance stood a group of what were unmistakably Imperial soldiers. The Imperials were composed of the same pale witch-light as their northern adversaries. Ranks of pikeman stood in neat blocks that any drill sergeant would be proud of. There was even a small field gun, which belched a cloud of ethereal smoke.

"That Is Baron Brunwald's banner," Von Eikenhouser breathed in what was probably meant for no ears but his own but carried in the frozen silence. Camilla cut her eyes across to the Justicar. He started when he sensed her eyes on him.

"There was a battle here a year before your friend came, or rather there was an army sent, no word ever returned of them save for a single raving madman." As the watched the Chaos warriors began a silent charge towards the ghostly Imperials. Camilla managed to tear her eyes away from the scene. Beyond them stood a lowering hill. The side of it was pierced with a vast stone portico. PIllars of twisting rock rose twenty feet into the sky framing a funerial crypt sunk deep into the hillside.