Prologue
Eryuentiu
The crown of the dragon emperor. My father's crown, thought Tsaindorcus Vaison the Platinum Dragonlord.His body was covered with burns, bruises and brutal scars. "The player menace started because of his ambition,and now it will end because of his creation.How fitting." he said dryly as he equipped the crown.
The Dragon Emperor had used the crown in combination with his legendary prowess of wild magic to bring World items,artifacts of awesome power from a realm known as Yggdrassil. But in his greed,the race of god-like beings known as "Players" had wreaked havoc and displaced the dragons. Overtime, either through deception, valiant efforts, unlikely alliances, or just mortality they were always vanquished. The Six, the Greed Kings, all of them perished eventually.
However with the coming of the Sorcerer King, Ainz Oal Gown and his servants, it became clear that this time there would be no victory.
Years ago the Sorcerous Kingdom annihilated the Slane Theocracy. Now,the Council State is next because most of the dragonlords viewed Ainz Oal Gown and his dark minions to be more of a threat than the human supremacists could ever be. This proved to be their downfall.
Every last one of the dragonlords have perished under the might of the Sorcerous Kingdom. They had tried to bolster their power by sacrificing one of their own,yet it was in vain. We never stood a chance.I see that now.This is no victory even if the ritual works,I won't live to see them gone and besides that,the cost is grave.I am not as strong as my father to survive this.
In essence they have already won,even if they are gone,their accursed kingdom and religion will still last. But even then there is hope. He thought as he activated the crown. His pupils went black and his sight reached the many world items of the world.
He could see the Sorcerer King's red orb, he remembered it well. The undead monarch had used it to summon what was termed as a "dragon subjugator" to defeat him and the Catastrophe dragonlord simultaneously. But it was not the item he sought.Tsain could also see other world items wielded by his Guardian NPCs.After some time he found what he sought: The throne of Ainz Oal Gown,the most central world item of the great tomb. Years ago,the Tomb had been transported to the forest of tob by the crown's magic under the control of his father.
"Let them be someone else's problem now". Tsaindorcus said as he targeted 'The throne of Kings'. "See you soon,Rigrit."
With a flashing blue explosion, the souls of everyone present in the Argland Council State left their bodies and into a torrent of energy. For a moment Tsaindorcus was revitalized, he was more powerful than he had ever been. With his newfound power,he willed the Tomb of Nazarick and its inhabitants to leave this realm. The exertion still proved too great,and the influx completely evaporated Eryuentiu along with its lone habitant.
And thus was the end of Tsaindorcus Vaison,last of the true dragonlords.
This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery. It is an age of battle and death, and of the world's ending. Amidst all the fire, flame, and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of bold deeds and great courage.
At the heart of the Old World sprawls the Empire, the largest and most powerful of the human realms. Known for it's engineers, sorcerers, traders and soldiers, it is a land of great mountains, mighty rivers, dark forests and vast cities. And from his throne in Altdorf reigns the Emperor, a descendant of the founder of these lands, Sigmar Heldenhammer, and wielder of the magical warhammer, Ghal Maraz.
In the west lies the isle of Ulthuan, inhabited by the High Elves, ruled by The Phoenix king. It is a land of great prosperity,of mighty warriors, powerful mages and ancient dragons. Yet for all their might,they may have gotten complacent….
In the Southern Hemispheres of the New World, lies the continent of Lustria, domain of the mysterious and ferocious Lizardmen, children of the Old Ones and the first bastion of Order.
But these are far from civilized times. Across the length and breadth of the Old World, from the knightly palaces of Bretonnia to the ice-bound Kislev in the far north, come rumblings of war. In the towering Worlds Edge Mountains, the greenskin tribes are gathering for another assault. Bandits and Goblin tribes harry the wild southern lands of the Border Princes. There are rumors of rat-men, the Skaven, emerging from the sewers and swamps across the land. Something old and unholy stirs in Sylvannia, and talk is that the vampires of the Von Carstein line have come again. In the New World,the murderous Dark Elves of Naggaroth, led by the Witch King has declared the Age of Vengeance, determined to conquer Ulthuan.
From the northern wildernesses there is the ever present threat of Chaos, of daemons and beastmen corrupted by the foul powers of the Dark Gods.
In Southern Realms, a new player has arrived. The undead Overlord of the Great Tomb must now once again establish supremacy through a series of conquests and deception for it is he who may turn the tide in the End Times...
