Below is a page compiled by White Dwarf Weekly #52 which contains a chronological timeline of the End Times which starts from Volume 1 to Volume 4. At one moment, a cluster of the plaguemites stopped to squabble over a severed limb or shiny arrowhead. Araloth, Lord of Talsyn guided his host in great secrecy through the forest of the Empire and slaughtered any beastmen that stood in their way. Too late, one of his thronebearers called a warning, dropping the throne and raising his axe to protect his lord. Further back, deployed atop the steps of the temple itself, Martak could see the last guns of Middenheim's grand battery. Nonetheless, in a twist of irony, Vlad's sense of honor and duty made him more dependable to Nagash than Mannfred can ever hope to be. Seeing this, Tyrion once more charged towards the Everqueen and slammed his sword upon Durthu's hide. If the Empire was to survive this last siege, they had to destroy the ring of Hellcannons which even then had begun to bombarded his city. As it was, the power of life blossoming through the Everqueen healed minds as well as bodies, casting back teh tide of insanity from all who fought at her side as surely as it drove away their physical harms. The spider reared back between two large Drakwald Oaks before spitting a spiderweb upon the Dragon Ogres face. Awakened from their slumber, these war constructs made their long journey towards the capital of Khemri, the City of Kings. Gorgivich Krakvald on the other hand led his force of Blood Knights known as the Knights of the Red Death in a devastating charge, cutting a path through the infantry regiments of the Zandri Eternals, Zandri Blackshields and the Crocogar Legions and straight towards King Behedesh himself. Scores of High Elven Shadow Warriors had advanced through the rocky outcrop to the West and let loose a barrage of arrow fire at the Black Guards flanks, killing dozens of the elite warriors. Teclis's pleas proved worthless and the Widowmaker swept down to finally kill Malekith, the one and last hope of their race. By the time they've reached the city outskirts though, the Imperial army have responded; hails of arrows and gunpowder firestorms ruptured all across the city. The feelings the Everqueen had once possessed for Tyrion were now naught but dust, and the memories of his deeds in Ulthuan hung heavy on her mind. In but a few minutes, the Emperor, the greatest stateman and general the Empire has ever known, was seen falling from the sky, a gash of blood upon his chest. It was a total war, fought not just by mighty armies but by the land itself. Victory had been won, but few felt it a triumph. With her destruction, the daemons' anchor would be severed, and victory won - all without rousing Nagash. With his departure, the Castle was choked with the dead bodies of the Order and the shame that it brought upon the Grand Master has ensured that he will seek vengeance one last time before the very end. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the forest spirits left without a trace. All those rumors about him being the new hero are complete shit. Settra felt a will not his own surge through his scattered bones, making them whole once more and infusing him with a new strength. With the faces of his slaughtered men swimming before him, Todbringer roared his fury and scythed his blade low, hacking through Khazrak's right shin in a spray of gore. [3h], With the first assault faltering, Malekith sent his second assault force forward to reinforce. In the same moment, on the western flank. Rasping orders, Claw returned some semblance of order to his tunnelling party, and headed deeper into the tombs. Only victory was on his mind; it was the only possible outcome. Go to your legions and your workshops! Atop a windswept fjord north of the Sea of Claws, a warlord clad in hellforged armour astride a daemonic steed looked across the bay where hundreds of Kurgan wolfships headed south, their brine-glittered oars rising and falling the like the slow pulse of fate. In Warhammer Quest 2: The End Times, you will lead your warriors across a war torn land and into dungeons for wealth and glory! Bullet holes stitched their way along NuIn-forged gun barrels. When Kouran gave the order for Imirk to attack Ystranna's force under the direct orders of Malekith, the atmosphere intensified as Kouran's mocking expression made Prince Imirik slowly reach for his sword. In the past, the elves could have used the worldroots - the conduits that bound Athel Loren to many other forests - to come within striking distance of the city. Behind them waited the surviving Knights of the White Wolf. None could hope to stop his assault and those who died could only raise their weapons before they fell to the bloodied floor. Coeddil's fist never touched Alarielle. As the fire took root, the Bloodthirster's strength at last faded. Elves had perished too, but the tally was well in their favour. Yet when Alarielle finally shared the same vision of the imminent future that Lileath gave to her, all dissent within the council had evaporated instantly and now were united like never before for their new beloved Queen. He saw the light flashes of cannons long before he heard the sound. Had they survived this battle, they would've denied it ever happening, but both of these warriors knew there was no escape. Archaon's next strike cut a bloody rent in his shoulder. The wounds had been inflicted at Alarielle's command, as proof of what awaited any lack of cooperation. Green-skinned knights were dragged from their steeds. Only then will you inherit the ruins of this world, only then will you rule. The legendary warrior Prince Tyrion and his brother, the mighty sorcerer Loremaster Teclis, set out to rescue her. Even Middenheim, the famed City of the White Wolf, had fallen to the Everchosen's hordes. Doom End Times (Fanfic) - TV Tropes United, the lords of disease shall bring the Old World to the brink of ruin - ruin from within and from without. For the death of many thousand dawi, the head of Queek. Prior to their inevitable and destructive invasion of the surface world, the Order of the Grey Seers, under the leadership of Seerlord Kritislik, proposed to the Lords of Decay a masterful plan. There Arkhan sacrificed the holy-blooded Lupio Blaze, a Knight of the Blazing Sun who had accompanied Volkmar the Grim in his crusade against Sylvania. their parents looking nervously from the banks before throwing caution to the wind and jumping in after them to splash and dive and drink the beautiful, but ice-cold, water. But the strange power had left him and his throne. An Amber wizard of great power even before he had donned the mantle of Supreme Patriarch, Martak had many familiars scattered throughout the wilds. The Maggot Riders ran past the four steam tanks, Rotspawn's maggot, Bilespurter, tearing the turret of the nearest tank and vomiting corruption inside. Hellebron, rescued by chance from the ruin of Ulthuan, had become the godhead of her murderous cult following Khaine's destruction. They whisper the name, Nagash.Translated from the Book of the Dead by Mannfred von Carstein, As the Imperial Year of 2524 IC wore on, there came a sudden and momentary lull all across the world. Already, the Bloodthirster knew that he had erred. The moment the barbarous horde came within range, the Empire guns opened fire. There was no hope, he had to retreat. Weaving easily aside from the next axe swing, Valten brought his hammer around again. Hours passed, and some of the Tomb Kings sent messengers to Arkhan, begging leave to march forth and attack. [1l], With dawn rising and unaware of the damsels' demise, Duke Theodoric plunged deep into the Undead ranks. I needed an ary to keep the dark at bay. Their orders were to hold, to draw off what they could of the foe's strength. Such matters Alarielle judged too shameful to share with outsiders, and it seemed no other member of the council disagreed with her, for none sought to offer correction. Through blind adherence to the goddess' schemes, he had become as cold and calculating as she, seeing only the destination, and not thinking of those harmed along the way. In the moment the flesh hound pounced, there was a blur of motion to Liealth's right. With a breach made, the Skaven crushed the defenders and began to converge upon the temples and the elite Temple Guard of Xlanhuapec that lie in wait. The verminous hordes did their best to disentangle from each other's lines, turning frantically to face this new threat. Yet the words rang false even to him. Slaves surged back and forth, waves on a beach capped by froths of blood as they were cut down by dwarf and skaven alike. The roots flailed for a moment as chunks of daemon rained down, then they collapsed lifeless to the ground. As the chanting grew to a thunder, the Mage-Priest gave one last frail wave of his outstretched hands before the Skaven devoured them whole. Valten smashed each northlander from the saddle. The vampire was a step ahead of the Grand Theogonist, however, and Volkmar, to his horror, found the vaults already plundered of their unholy artifacts. The Everchosen loomed over Martak, and the Supreme Patriarch felt the hungry regard of the gods themselves settle upon him. [9r], When it became clear that the Greenskins had been defeated, Belegar and the Dwarfs of Karak Eight Peaks knew that it was over. The fingers would not shift, and Queeks own bled as his claws tore loose on the kings impenetrable armour. Chaos knights urged their steeds toward him, blades held ready. Above the city's gatehouses. Prince Apophas, the Cursed Scarab Lord of Numas had long coveted a soul that would replace his own within the Underworld, and once he's been informed by an agent of the Council of Thirteen of a being that death itself couldn't even claim and a mighty weapon to enact such a deed, the Prince rose from his crypt and stole the Destroyer of Eternities. Waves of greek-fire spewed forth from his armada as teams of zombies pumped massive bladders of chemicals taken from Lustrian Salamanders into crude hoses. As the long minutes crept by, it became clear that Malekith's unstoppable rhetoric was winning over the other Incarnates. Alarielle and Tyrion seemed undecided at first - certainly the latter had learnt much about the relative value of evil in recent years - though neither made any effort to still Malekith's diatribe. Ungrim Ironfist of Karak Kadrin was with Bugmans rangers. The finality of death, Archaon reflected, was the only reasonable punishment for defying his will. Ranks of Imperial Legionnaires from the Carroburg Greatswords, squadrons of mighty Demigryphs from the Knights Griffon and whole regiments of elite armoured Greatswords from the Griffon Legion file out into the square of the town. [5k], The goddess-made-mortal sensed, rather than saw, the daemon bear down upon her. Prides of white lions prowled the glades, harpies nested amongst the crags and monstrous hydras swam in the hidden lakes. Crossbows rattled and glowing javelins hissed through the air, thinning the numbers of those daemons who thought to overwhelm the Eternity Guard. Once this attack had drawn the attention of the Skaven, the Emperor and all who followed him would break out to the south. In response to their invasion, a whole host of Shadow Warriors were sent to harass the enemy. The lightning cannons went on firing unchallenged, blasting showers of rock from the mountain and its fortifications. Another volley of screaming skulls smashed home, their fiery impacts hurling daemon corpses skyward. Yet even as the ratmen broke and scattered up the temple steps, they had already served their true purpose. End Times - Return of Reckoning [4e], With their enemies retreating, the Virulent Batteries began to move slowly forward in order to infect more sections of the city. He thus had no opportunity to lay the blame for Aliathra's murder on Arkhan - not that anyone would have believed him. The southerner wore his determination like a suit of Gromril, and the fire in his belly was hot enough to see him through a dozen Kislevite winters. Instead, I place upon you one final burden guard these last few of the clans of Karak Eight Peaks with your lives and your honour. To the East, the Daemon armies of Epidemus made a headlong charge towards the wedge of four mighty Steamtanks hissing and roaring towards them. Mannfred frowned. Eventually, Gotrek found himself in the Mortal Realms of Warhammer Age of Sigmar, where his adventures continue. Ethrac Glott was quicker still and launched a way of dark clouds upon the Vampire, and when it dispersed, all that remains was a skeleton of the once powerful Vampire. Commandant Otto Kross was roused from his drunken sleep and took personal command of the fortress defense. Alarielle could not have torn these ancient guardians from their dreams by herself. Only the Wizards of the Bright Order proved the fiercest and most determined of the magical conclave. She did not know whether or not Be'lakor had heard her words, but had to assume that he had done so. What once had been a bastion of hope was now a symbol of the horrors that lay in wait for the rest of the Empire. Though Kastner was born as an Imperial in the province of Nordland, it was foretold in the Liber Caelistior, the dread Book of Divination penned by Necrodomo the Insane, that North and South would meet in the Everchosen's blood. With a final baleful roar, Khorax collapsed into the flames. However, Be'lakor did not doubt that the likes of Malekith and Nagash could conjure up torments that even a daemon could not withstand. In Numas, the Scarab City, King Phar alongside his son Prince Dramkhir mobilised his forces and marched deep into the Salt Plains and fortified the lands along the Blight Water, ensuring no enemy coming south will pass into Nehekhara. I knew of the End Times almost from the first. The plaguebearers that had stood in his path were now churned offal, their ichor wet upon his axe. Desperate to absolve his past sins during the Bretonnian Civil War, Duke Theodoric in his zeal ordered his army to sally forth and attack the Undead upon the open fields. Yet the menace of the steed was as nothing compared to that of the rider. Enraged by his troops cowardice, Malus Darkblade punished his Knights with execution and afterwards made ready to lead the second assault. In desperation, Morathi let out a forbidden word and her dark magic collided with Alarielle's own, resulting in a magical backlash which pushed both from their feet. Without turning, he finally expressed himself truly, that if he were to step into the flame, his every actions, his every striving up to that point had all been a lie. Skaven, too. With their arrival, the Imperials sounded the retreat and the Emperor drove back the daemonic tide long enough for the Knights to return to their lines before swatting Vilitch into the walls of a building with the clawed paws of Deathclaw. [5l], Alarielle could have prevented Jerrod from leaving, could have twisted the paths of the forest back upon themselves, but she did not. Men of the Empire shouted in alarm as the evil green fog boiled up from below, their yells turning to gargled choking as lungs filled with sizzling pus. Scant weeks afterwards, the Shapeshifters mischief's dissipated all completely, giving Gelt both a worrying suspicion and the time he needs to strengthen the powers of the Bastion. As Tyrion's blade swept out, Alith Anar loosed his arrow, the shaft speeding true for Malekith's heart. In their wake, the waystone-marked boundaries were secured against further intrusion from the wasteland that had once been Bretonnia. Yet Nurgle's power was too strong. The guns would soon stop for fear of killing their own. He did it alone, without the assistance of his minions, marshaling the fell sorceries that were his to command. As news of each skirmish reached him, Arkhan became ever more convinced that Isabella was more than merely the Deamons' leader; she was their anchor. As the breach was closing in front of him, Vlad gave the Great Unclean One a sneering smile, swept his sword in mocking salute, then strode briskly from the sealing breach. Great Taal slowly got to his feet. For a fleeting moment, both sisters and survivors huddled together, too tired to cry out their victory, were content with a quiet prayer of deliverance on their lips. It was Gregor Martak who provided an answer. The city had fallen. The other cut down hard on Ashtari's neck. [3h], There was a rumble of thunder overhead as massive thunderclouds let loose rain from the sky with the odd coloration of spilt blood. With a flash, half of the great Army of the Sun had teleported itself within the city of Itza, leaving the rest to make a last stand upon the Obsidian Column, giving the city the time it needs. Runners pushed through the Empire lines, bringing Valten word from within the temple. Death stalks the land. Archaon thought the twisted sorcerer seemed suddenly more cautious, as though only now realizing the depths of the waters in which he swam. [5k], Unaware of Mannfred's intent, Be'lakor all but drooled at the prospect of capturing Lileath. Nothing of the proud rulers were left in those withered husk. However it's strongly implied that something else happens. Queeks neck snapped. Dozens of other Slann Mage-Priest lent all their power to their eldest but the straining of wielding such power were great even for their own kind. BUT NOW I OFFER YOU HONOUR. Within moments of walking, the dense undergrowth that usually covered the ground slowly gave way to a massive bog that ran knee-high. Hammerson heard a bloodletter his in pain, and felt the weight that was pinning him down vanish. Howling curses after curses towards his most hated enemies, the True King of Karak Eight Peaks swung all around him, tears of sorrow mingled with tears of anger as he called out the Headtaker to show his face and finally end this himself. The daemon screamed. The two host were well-matched. Isabella presented a conundrum, and the Great Necromancer had been unable to resist seeking its answer before destroying her. Nonetheless, he had seen in the mage's plan something he could use for his own schemes. N'kari tried to retaliate, but his grievous injuries slowed him considerably and the Elven Prince proved too nimble. Easier by far to steal her away from one mortal than from a group of demigods. Petty kingdoms were consumed overnight; ancient realms were shattered. In the moment that Teclis stole the true fire of Ulric from the deepest heart of the mountain itself, its avatar in the temple far above guttered, flickered and died. In the meantime, however, Valten and Martak faced a quandary. Thus, at last, were the three races of elves united once more, but not beneath the rule of a Phoenix King. Tyrion saw the creature's fall, and gave Teclis a curt nod of approval. Small bands of Imperial Woodsmen and Roadwardens spied their approach, chief among them was Markus Wulfhart, the infamous Huntsmarshal of the Empire. That time finally came during the Twilight's Tide of 2521 IC, when he rode out with an army of disgraced knights. As he moaned, the mortal world trembled and the dreams of kings and peasants alike were troubled in their sleep. It gave a final shudder that might have been pleasure of pain, and then lay still. Chaos soon reigned as the Skaven clans scattered and fought each other for the loot of this wealthy city, unbeknownst to them that a massive Lizardmen army under Warleader Kroq-Gar had answered the city's pleas and are only an hour away from arriving. From behind, the sigil of Neferata gleamed out of the shields and banners of a horde of Skeleton warriors. In his arrogance and pride, Kritislik believed himself in control, never noticing the dark smoke rising from behind his back until it was far too late. Gun carriages were shattered into matchwood. Against a host of superhuman warriors, the meager warriors of Runelord Thorgrim were cut down to the last, with the Runelord being the only one to yet live. Hosted by Natalie Kitroeff. They alone had witnessed the true scale of the Everchosen's armies, and were certain that such a thing could not be done. However peculiar the vampire have looked in that setting, he flourished, nonetheless. Seeing enough, Mannfred entered the fray and began to reorganise his forces just as King Behedesh and forces struck his battleline. [5k], Lileath had regained her feet now, and raised her staff to send bolts of light lanching towards the First-damned. For the killing of Belegar Angrund, rightful king of Karak Eight Peaks, the head of Queek. He would leave one alive, he told himself gleefully, one to reveal the whereabouts of its one-eyed master. Settra the Imperishable, the Great King of Nehekhara, had finally met his defeat. Reeling from the firepower, two more packs of Stormfiends equipped with mauled gauntlets and Warpfire-Throwers advanced and fired on the move. The attack was coordinated to perfection. With this, Queek and his remaining Clanrats began butchering the surviving Greenskins, and the upper levels soon fell into the hands of Clan Mors. Warhammer: The End Times - Vermintide | Warhammer Wiki | Fandom The blue arachnarok, called the Stompin' Cobb, pushed through the Walderbeast and impaled a Blood Oxen with its foremost limbs, whilst another Minotaur was sliced in two by the creatures massive mandibles. Soon, silence overcame the army and in that silence, the enemy struck. In that moment, Wolfram Hertwig, the last Elector Count of Ostermak died with a knowing smile on his face. Yet he raised his snout in bewilderment as he realised that the Lord of the End Times was not cursing in anger, but laughing. To the east, plague drones harried the right flank of Krell's advance. the end of each golden strand turning white and breaking away in a halo of mist. Though it irked him, he had never considered making himself the master of death magic, and had grudgingly accepted that Teclis' mind might almost be on part with his own. Kairos Fateweaver watched with satisfaction as the Swords of Chaos hit the centre of the Empire battle line with a resounding crash. Rashness was no more in Arkhan's nature than was compassion, and the Liche King took care to protect himself before approaching further. Time was running out. Middenheim was but a step upon a longer road, one that the Everchosen must surely tread very soon, or else face the anger of the Dark Gods. It struck one of the statues dead-centre with a deafining report, blasting a hole clear through its chest and sending gilded rubble flying in all directions. Though Karl Franz still had faith in the Gold Wizard, the Emperor felt that Gelt was slowly losing himself. The Crowfather attempted to disperse once more, but too late. However, the showering meteorites have breached his defences and struck the jungles of Lustria with a mighty crack, as miles upon miles of jungle were engulfed in firestorms. In the tunnels beneath the northern gatehouse, concentrated fire actually drove the enemy back into the depths. What remains of Makelith's loyalist forces had since fled the battlefield, leaving the traitors to be butchered by the arriving High Elven armies. Not bad for a new guy. The Everguard were the elite of the dwarf elite, warriors bred to battle, whose fathers fathers had served the kings of Karaz-a-Karak since the dawn of the Eternal Realm. Realising his mistake, the bastard son tried to flee, but was killed when the Green Knight spurred forth and decapitated his head. The stairwells of the gatehouses filled with corpses as men rushed to confront the source of the commotion, only to trap those desperately trying to flee upward from below. [1i], Even the Dwarfs, stout allies of the Empire and Sigmar's people, felt this encroaching doom. Another army might have broken and fled, but the blood-madness still lay thick upon Hellebron's followers. Just as the thousand strong Elven reinforcements made their charge, the Sorceress Drusala had conjured invisible pathways that saw the orderly lines of Korhil's assault turned into a bloody brawl. Before he landed, the lines of dwarf and skaven met with a noise that shook the mountain. With her powers restored, she unleashed a mighty spell which saw every invader turned into roots and trees. There was no way out. Tails of blinding lightning curled up into the skies, an incandescent helix that burned away every trace of Nurgle's tainted garden and scattered the white tornado at the city's heart to nothingness. Cheers were raised and flags waved as they marched across the eastern drawbridge and into the city beyond. Borne south upon the howling winds, the boom of drums and the blare of brazen horns could be heard for many miles. Only a single lucky arrow hit its mark, and this Be'lakor tore free without slowing his advance. Malekith, too, found his powers tested to the limit. Farther back, barrage after mighty barrage of the entire artillery arsenal of the Empire made gaping holes upon the slow moving Daemonic lines; helstorm Rockets created dozens of craters all across the plains whilst Mortars arc overhead and tore through the daemonic ranks with heavy shrapnel. There were other skulls within King's Glade that would more than compensate him for their loss. Unfortunate for Mannfred that his promotion had lead him to the forefront of a new invasion force. These voices were never raised within earshot of a human, for the dwarfs found it deeply discomfiting that one of their ancestor gods might bless an outsider so. Skimming as low as they dared, the pilots strafed the skullreapers, jinking deftly to evade their heavy axes thrown their way in return. Yet the vermin return and with greater numbers. As he travelled, Arkhan looked upon the isthmus with distaste. The spawning pools of Itza, once known to spawn only a handful Lizardmen each year, was now bursting with movement as more and more of the Lizardmen walked out, stumbling at first before they rose up on two legs and began to grab whatever weapons could be found. Yet what forces that defended Saphery proved still proved just as powerful as any within Malekith's army. His orders had been to see Isabella safe until the self-styled God of the Dead arose. With his advice, the Council decided to lend their aid to their High Elf cousins, and renewed their ancient ties. Upon the far left flank, Prince Settuneb and his Chariot Legions stood ready to intercept any enemy counterattack. Then the Phoenix King turned over the sword, retorting that it is simple metal and turned and hurled the sword into the frothing waters. No matter how Scrofulox and Isabella harangued their minions, there were simply too many of the undead. [1c], The other ancient races of the Old World did not seek to blind themselves to the horror of the near future. The defenders around the temple felt their weapons grow heavy in their hands as dark despair swelled in their hearts to choke hope and steal strength away. Meanwhile, in the centre, the minotaurs were smashing a path of ruin through the white-and-blue clad men of Middenheim. Tallyband by tallyband, it shuffled into a line of battle a league away from the Back Pyramid. The vast corpse hit the ground with a dull thud. It began as a single ripple of energy pulsing outward from the Black Pyarmid, travelling in all directions. Worse, a trio of Bounderbeast came towards the Imperial Steam Tank, distracting it long enough for an entire swarm of Nurglings to clogged the cannon. Yet the rat daemon was already gone. Elsewhere, Morathi was the first to return to Tor Alin, the capital of Tyrions domain, where she dragged the determined yet silent Captain of the White Lions to her dungeon to await his fate. The Black Pyramid's outer flanks shuddered beneath these hammer blows, but they held. By then, however, it was too late. Leaning hard against his cauldron, Nurgle heaved the pitted and rusted pot onto its side, spilling the contents through the cracks in reality and thus upon the mortal world below. Instead, he battled only through his undead minions, raising up hordes of skeletons and hurling them thoughtlessly at the foe. A good loss, thought Queek. [1u], One of the first to stand beneath this encroaching storm was King Kalhazzar, commander of Nehekhara's naval fleet anchored off the coast of the Great Mortis River Delta. At first, Gelt couldn't believe in such an accusation, but after reading the final letter written scant few weeks ago which detailed that Valten will receive the warhammer, Ghal Maraz, the Supreme Patriarch was shaken to the core. What had begun as a battle now devolved into little more than a brawl. Escaped on their temple-ships. With a final twitch of hesitation, Zingetail threw the switch, and in that instant, all of Skavenblight shook as a surge of energy burst outward, the enormous barrel of the great Morskittar Engine glowing with power. With a word, Festus sent corrupted air into the mouths and nostrils of the fleeing sisters. mingled with guttural roars and the screams of the damned. Malekith could have not held the daemon forever - even the Eternity King's will was finite.