Each beat of the wing is but the rhythm for a longer song of flight and escape into the sky above, and members of the Rhythmic Wing know it well. In life they may have suffered as their brothers among the chorus did, but in death their souls found happiness adrift upon the wind as they floated about. Their songs were songs of peace, of tranquility and joy and Sigmar sang along as he struck them upon his anvil.
Granted wings to find the sky, they bring vengeance down upon the foes of the Emerald Canticle in the name of Sigmar. The green wind is their home, and none shall defile it while they stand.