Snow White Hills Blood Bowl Chronicles

So soon the hour of fate comes around. The Everchosen stirs from his dark throne, and prepares the blow that shall split the world asunder. Realms of old are fallen, lost beneath the fury of the northlands, or smothered by the vermin from below. Some heroes battle on, too stubborn to recognise that all hope is lost. Their time is past, a new age of Chaos and dismay beckons. Perhaps I am foolish also, for I fight with no hope of victory. I seek only to weaken the Dark Gods, to shake their hold upon the future. No other course remains; not to mortals, nor to the divine.: — These are the End Times.