Inspired by the threads of others I've decided to try to write the story of the end of Warhammer fantasy.
Below is a prologue I have drafted up, if one of my scenario's interests you I will try to write it up.
Alternatively if you think you have a better scenarion post that one and I'll see if It's worth writing up.
Prologue: nearly seventy five years have passed since the great storm of chaos, and events that will reshape the world are afoot.
Brettonia land of mighty knights has undertaken the cleansing of Mousillion.The purging of this once great realm was near completion. Except the knights have met resistance from the pinnacle of knightly perfection, Abhorash himself.
The Dwarves attempt to reclaim Karak eight Peaks, seventy five years of feverish work has resulted in some of the most destructive devices ever engineered. But they will be met by Grimgor and Skarsnik, the most brutal and cunning warlords the old world has ever seen, and they are leading the largest Waaagh of all time.
The empire has been brutalised in the last 75 years, a desperate course of action has been agreed upon. A new great Vortex will be created, to break the chaos gods control over the world. Middenheim is designated as its location, the flame of Ulrik its centre. But the chaos gods have not been idle, a near berserk Archaon is leading the entire population of the wastes back to Middenheim, this is the true storm of chaos.
The High Elves have finally decided to reconquer Naggarond, they are lead by Tyrion the Pheonix king, and he wields the sword of Khaine. He has reawakened the dragons, all of them.
The Dark Elves know this is their last stand, perpetual warfare has worn down their population, and now Aenarion’s vengeance is close at hand.
Athel Loren has been destroyed and corrupted by the hordes of Morghur, now he leads his beastmen against the empire; Nuln is the first target of his new invasion. But the cities engineer’s college is so large and so formidably armed that the coming conflict will make the battle of a hundred cannons look like a skirmish.
The council of thirteen has declared the time for the great uprising is at hand. Unfortunately Clans Moulder, Pestilens and Mors have joined together to overthrow the council. For the last twenty five years the council has been locked in a losing struggle into they are finally forced back to Skavenblight. As the city is rocked by conflict reports circle of a gigantic snake seen in the area….
As their mortal followers battle the Empire, the Gods of Chaos have attempted one last desperate gamble. Using up almost all of their considerable power the gods have forced a rift within one mile of Ulthuans great vortex. The high elf army is all gone, fighting the Druchii, and one elf stands alone to defend the vortex. His name is Teclis, and he wields powers that make him the equal of gods.
In the jungles of Lustria a miracle has taken place, a new Slann has been birthed into the world. But he is not a newborn of the 6th generation, he is Kroak reborn and the greatest 1st generation Slann of all is most displeased by the changes in the world.
Settra rallies the tomb kings of Khemri, the time has come to cast down Nagash the usurper. The uncounted tomb king armies make their way to Cripple peak, there they meet Nagash, and he has summoned the 1st generation vampires to return to him.
Seventy five years have changed the Ogre Kingdoms beyond measure. They have become as civilised and organised as the humans of the old world. And with the population of the mountains of mourn reaching critical levels a new great migration is called. The chaos dwarves are the closest viable target.
The chaos dwarves teeter on the brink of oblivion. The twisted dwarves have one last card to throw down, one last challenge to the encroaching ogre hoards. Whilst their hobgoblin allies slow down their enemies advance a plot is hatched. With enough power the chaos dwarves can do what no other race has ever accomplished, summon a god to the mortal plane, Hashut is only too eager for them to succeed.
This is the time of ending.