Village the Curseling, a devout follower of the Changer of Ways, has been waging a bitter campaign rounding up Norsk and tribes as his personal entourage and meat shield to break the bulk of the North. What do you mean he's creepy? No, he's not. He's beautiful. He's a bit creepy. I look at the arm. You join us on turn 50 where Village has caused just the right amount of human suffering to push into Kizlev's bountiful lands. But the twisted twin is not the only one who has their eye set on the Kiztha bites clumped in 60 souls. Oh those cheeky beggars. The forces of Festas have been laying in wait for fresh souls to dedicate to Grandfather Nurgle. Ah there's nothing sweeter than harvesting the souls of a rival's army. The patrons of Pestilans run prepared for the presence each have provided our pitiless pack. That was a mouthful. Now nothing stands between us and the souls of man. But the Kiztha bite forces are not going to simply roll over. Cost out enough the great orthodoxy is pushing his armies into the land of our Norsk combassals. Fortunately Hargroff Soul Shredder that's quite the name when a village has trusted Lieutenant Snow's house a deal with pathetic zealots. Oh look at that one. Armored Kassars are nothing before the burning breath of the Chaos Dragon. Grouped-up units are a great target for the Penample Pendulum. Hurt, silly weak humans, dance down the jams against the might displayed by the forces of Chaos. The souls claimed by Hargroff Soul Shredder has even impressed the Chaos Gods themselves, which in all honesty isn't too hard to do. As a lord or hero dedicates themselves to Chaos they walk the path to glory. As they accomplish various tasks the Gods themselves will grant their servants boons. Each lord and hero will have their own unique tasks from the dark brothers to accomplish in order to gain their prize. Great champions of Chaos can even be granted the Mark of Chaos. The Mark of Chaos will inspire a lord or hero to become their best selves and hit the gym, where they'll fully devote their meaty mortal lives to their patron Chaos God. If they lift hard enough that leave an ascend to demon hooders a direct servant of one of the gods, or to Chaos undivided. But a Jimbo demon comes at a cost. Granting a lord or hero the Mark of Chaos will half their rank and reset their skills to be chosen again. Worry not, through vigorous research one may find ways to mitigate such penalties. Now go, Cursely. Leave your armies towards the destruction of Kislev. The soul shredders brand new wings, easily carry him over the enemies Barrakees can attack the backline. And his ascension gives him access to fun new toys, like Blue Fire of Zeach. Unnetwork of Rift's let's reinforcements from the north get straight to the front lines. That will you've got a custodian. Unstoppable fight. Kill, main one. Looks like the exalted hero and his mantakura eager to kill some fanatics. Get on boys. We'll send our chaos knights around to the side to catch the main point. That is such a nicely organized group of Kossas to drop Zeach's Viaskorm on top of. The orthodoxy is destroyed, but they didn't see that coming. But the armies of the ice queen prove as tough as the land they inhabit. It would be a shame if something changed that. Using the changing of the ways we can break the spirits of weak-minded mortals, allowing us to catch them on the retreat. I was a weak-minded mortal. Our research into Zichian magics has allowed us to influence the relationship of these mortal empires. A rumor here a bit of name calling there a gaggle of gossiping demons later and old friends become strangers. Kislev stands alone. Ice queen, more like... Loner queen. I'm sorry guys, time to die. Ice cracks and stone crumbles as villagers armies descend on the final stronghold of the once mighty Kislev. Their souls are not but a delicious mortal, a great offering to the architect of fate. Ice queen, why? They're about to die close to the wall! They're gonna send them in. Ice comes to me. It is not enough. As long as there are still mortal souls to claim our job is never done. To the south, the lands of the empire are home to many, but as we step into the forest of Ostermark what we see are not the sprawling cities that we are expecting. Someone else got here before us.