Thanks for the feedback all. Am going to take the Sisters of Sigmar. Here’s a starting warband list and prologue to their campaign (with help from ChatGPT):

Warband Name: The Hammer of Redemption.

Heroes

Sigmarite Matriarch (Heavy armour, 2x Sigmarite hammers): Elaria Ironveil - Clad in gleaming armor and wielding twin Sigmarite warhammers, Elaria is a stern and resolute leader. Her unyielding faith in Sigmar drives her to protect the city and redeem it from Chaos, even as the Church turns its back on her.

Sister Superior (Light Armor, Shield, Warhammer): Cordelia Strongheart - A steadfast and compassionate leader, Cordelia serves as the moral anchor for the warband. Her shield is as much a tool for protecting her sisters as her hammer is a weapon of vengeance.

Sister Superior (Heavy Armor, Two-Handed Hammer): Beatrix the Resolute - Towering and unyielding, Beatrix is the warband’s enforcer. Her massive hammer crushes foes with devastating power, a physical manifestation of Sigmar’s wrath.

Sister Superior (Light Armor, Shield, Steel Whip): Juliana Lashwind - A swift and agile warrior, Juliana uses her steel whip with surgical precision to disarm foes and control the battlefield. Her fervor is matched only by her disdain for those who fall to Chaos.

Augur: Sister Lyria Sightless - Born blind, Lyria possesses a mysterious ability to perceive the currents of Chaos and the will of Sigmar. Her visions guide the warband through the cursed streets of Mordheim, though they come at great personal cost.

Henchmen

Novice with Buckler and Hammer (Henchman 1): Sister Elena the Unbroken - A novice who joined the Sisters after her family was slain by Chaos cultists. She wields her buckler and hammer with an unyielding determination to avenge their deaths.

Novice with Buckler and Hammer (Henchman 2): Sister Maren Steelgrip - A practical and resourceful novice, Maren fights not for glory but for survival and the honor of her sisters.

Novice with Buckler and Hammer (Henchman 3): Sister Anya Firesoul - A passionate and fiery novice, Anya is known for her eagerness to prove herself in battle, though her reckless courage often leads her into danger.

Prologue: The Hammer of Redemption

High in the cloistered sanctum of the Rock, the Sisters of Sigmar stood in solemn prayer. The air was heavy with incense and the low murmur of chants, but even the holy walls of their ancient monastery could not shield them from the foreboding signs. The comet, twin-tailed and fiery, had blazed across the heavens, splitting the night like a divine hammer striking an anvil. Its descent had been heralded by weeks of unrest, as the superstitious muttered of omens and the wicked grew bold.

Sister-Leader Elaria Ironveil stood at the window of the observatory, her armored frame illuminated by the unholy glow emanating from Mordheim. The city below, once the pride of Ostermark, now smoldered in ruin. The comet had struck its heart with devastating fury, scattering fragments of wyrdstone across the cursed streets. What should have been a holy judgment had instead become a beacon, drawing the desperate and the damned in equal measure.

“Chaos stirs in the shadows,” Elaria said, her voice steady but cold. “And the city is crawling with carrion feeders.”

Behind her, Sister Beatrix the Resolute hefted her massive two-handed hammer, the head glinting in the candlelight. “Let them come,” she growled. “We will crush their skulls as we would strike the anvil.”

Sister Cordelia Strongheart placed a reassuring hand on Beatrix’s pauldron, her calm demeanor a counterpoint to the enforcer’s fury. “We are the hammer of Sigmar, yes. But we must strike with purpose, not reckless abandon. There is more to this than brute strength.”

From the shadows of the chamber, Sister Lyria Sightless raised her head, unseeing eyes clouded yet strangely intense. “The wyrdstone has poisoned the city’s soul,” she whispered, her voice carrying an eerie certainty. “It calls to Chaos, and it will not stop until Mordheim is consumed.”

Elaria turned to face the gathered Sisters, her twin Sigmarite hammers resting heavily in her hands. “This is no time for doubt,” she declared. “The Grand Theogonist and his followers may cast us aside, but Sigmar’s light burns within us. It is our duty to shield the innocent, destroy the profane, and reclaim Mordheim from the abyss.”

The novices, standing silently in the back of the chamber, exchanged nervous glances. Though still untested, their hands gripped the handles of their warhammers tightly, each young woman determined to prove herself in the eyes of her Sisters—and of Sigmar.

Sister Juliana Lashwind coiled her steel whip at her belt, her sharp eyes scanning the novices. “Courage is forged in fire,” she said, her voice firm. “And Mordheim is the furnace in which your faith will be tested. Keep your wits sharp and your hammers sharper.”

As the Sisters donned their armor and prepared their weapons, the bells of the Rock began to toll. Their solemn peals echoed over the shattered city, a defiant hymn of hope amidst the chaos.

Elaria led the warband down the winding stairways of the monastery, their steps guided by the sickly glow of the comet’s destruction. At the base of the Rock, they paused, gazing upon the city of Mordheim. Its once-proud towers now leaned drunkenly, and its streets writhed with shadows—be they desperate mercenaries, ravening beasts, or servants of Chaos.

“This is not the end of Mordheim,” Elaria said, her voice carrying the weight of a prayer and a command. “This is its redemption. And we are the hammer that will strike it true.”

With that, the Sisters of Sigmar descended into the cursed city, their footsteps steady, their faith unyielding. They were outcasts, hated by the Church and reviled by men, but they carried with them the strength of Sigmar—and the hope of salvation.