I finally decided what year this story starts from, 2518.


Naggaroth Year 2518 of Imperial Calendar

It had started a day like any other for The Druchii indulging in their normal routine of debauchery, backstabbing, working slaves to death, etc. Then the normally cold climate started to get gradually warmer, then the Frozen Tundra of Naggaroth began to thaw. Then the sounds of an approaching army were heard as numerous terradons blanketed the sky and blotted out the sun. The armies of The Lizardmen arrived in ships by the thousands. They were all being led by Lord Mazdamundi, Tiktaq'to, Kroq-Gar and Tehenhauin.

Thus, began the Genocide of Naggaroth at the hands of The Lizardmen.


Drakwald

Deep within the unhallowed forests of the Drakwald, dark and unholy rituals were being performed by the savage Beastmen around a Herdstone engraved with dark runes written in blood and feces. Their Beastlord was an unexpected individual, an Ungor with fur and skin of pastel-shades of red and pink respectively, the long magnificent horns of a stag and large, green snake eyes. The Ungor was larger than average, being around the size of a Gor and was currently engaged in eating the flesh of young girls and savoring it like a Connoisseur. He was born a Gave from human parents and had been thrown into a river to be found by his kin. He was seen as a gift from The Gods as a result and eventually became a chosen of Slaanesh.

He then decided after finishing his meal to go to the cages. Captured Human women were held in cages to be used for breeding purposes as Beastwomen were incredibly rare. The Ungor came and looked into the cage as the women backed away in fear. He looked at which one to choose before deciding on a pretty blonde girl at the ripe young age of 18. He grabbed her and pulled her out screaming as he held her in a Bridal Carry.

He looked at her and smiled before eerily speaking perfect Reikspiel in an Impish voice.

"We're going to have so much fun."

The monster then started to lick her face with a long bovine tongue as she began to whimper. Then suddenly blood sprayed on both of them, causing the Slaangor to turn only to see two men, one was cleaving through the other Gors with a freakishly large sword. The other man was firing a shotgun into his Bray-herd. He hated being interrupted when he was indulging himself. He would kill these men and be done with them.

Little did the Beastman know, these men had killed many others like him before and they had a long track-record.


Back with Mugrub Fiendslayer

Mugrub had heard gossip from passersby saying that in a place called The Empire of Man, there was a sisterhood of insane warrior priestesses called The Sisters of Sigmar in a "City of the Damned." This reminded him of a Devoted Aasimar paladin cleric (Paladin/Oath of Devotion, Cleric/War Domain) touched by The Silver Flame. He remembered how beautiful she was as she cut down fiends and cultists alike with the aid of her Couatl guide in The Demon Wastes back home. He wondered how these "Sisters of Sigmar" compared to her. He hoped they weren't too bad.

He turned to his current companion Goblin Slayer, who apparently was obsessed with Goblins and even asked if he was a Goblin when they first met. He seemed unfamiliar with this world as well, so it was likely he wasn't from this world either. Whether he was also from Eberron or yet another world was yet to be determined. He seemed to hold some kind of grudge against Goblin-kind for reasons still unknown to him. In Eberron Goblinoids once ruled the Dhakaani Empire that was eventually left in ruins after fighting The Invasion of The Daelkyr, leaving them living in slums while others seek to reclaim what they once had.

Mugrub had actually found his sword in Dhakaani Ruins and he had bought his armor from a gifted Goblin Artisan in Cyre. He decided to ask Goblin Slayer about where he came from.

"Are you from this world?" asked Mugrub.

"No." answered Goblin Slayer bluntly.

"Well, neither am I as it turns out." replied Mugrub.

"By the way, why do you hate Goblins so much?" he asked as well.

"Goblins exist only to steal and rape. They need females of other species to reproduce and raid villages to survive. My Sister was violated in front of me while I hid underneath the floor-boards." said Goblin Slayer.

"Well in my world Goblins and their kin once ruled a mighty Empire, only to lose it in a war against a powerful alien threat. Now they live in the shadow of the other races hoping to reclaim what they had lost, and also they have females." added Mugrub.

"Your world sounds nicer than mine." said Goblin Slayer.

Goblin Slayer began to think about how this world also had two moons. However, this world's first moon is white while his world's first moon was red. Both worlds however had a green moon, in his world Priestess told him about a Chaos God of Knowledge that was associated with the green moon and his sister used to tell him stories of how Goblins came from that moon. He wondered what else in this world was similar to his own.

Mugrub on the other hand knew that his world of Eberron had 12 moons but was rumored to have had 13 in total. The 13th Moon had simply vanished at one point in time. Did this world have an equivalent to The Cults of The Dragon Below?

Little did they know that a certain Great Goblin would return and attempt to sack Tilea.


With Shirou

Shirou had decided to leave after gaining a decent amount of currency. He was now traveling again with a still blushing Martha to see if he could get to The Empire of Man. He had heard at the Tavern that they had a "Wizard's College" there and he assumed that perhaps they might help him better accustom his mage-craft to this world's ether. He didn't particularly trust mages but he had determined it was probably worth the risk to avoid this "corruption" people kept talking about. The bar patrons said it was a risk of casting magic and considering what he had been sensing ever since he got here, he was inclined to believe it.

Then what at first appeared to be a small spec in the distance appeared. As it got closer and closer it was revealed to be a small bird. Shirou recognized it from his previous travels in Northern Europe as the Wood Grouse also known as the Western Capercaillie. It appeared to be a territorial male of the species approaching him aggressively. Shirou then noticed one peculiar if disturbing detail.

"Are those fangs?!" Shirou Emiya had officially had enough of this world.


In the recently built colony of New Drakenburg

The Hunter had finally found other Hunters. He looked around as they walked into a large Base Encampment. It was bustling with activity as ships were transporting people and supplies. He then remembered Markus had interrogated him earlier about something.

Flashback

Markus was questioning The Hunter that had survived for so long in the Jungles of Lustria in a tent. Markus was staring at the man suspiciously. He seemed to wear equipment made from some kind of flying reptile. He had a wrist-mounted sling-shot most likely for hunting small game or distracting large predators. He wielded dual swords that were made from ancient yet sturdy bones.

"Do you know of The Dark Gods?" asked Markus.

"The only Gods I know of are The Elder Dragons." said The Hunter.

"Elder Dragons?" asked Markus.

"They're powerful monsters that shape the world." answered The Hunter.

"The only things that come close to that description are the Old Ones that the Scholars talk about." responded Markus.

"Old Ones? Is that what they call them here?" said The Hunter.

Markus could tell that the man was honest if a bit clueless and decided that he was okay.

End of Flashback

The Hunter needed to find out where exactly in the world he was. He needed to get back to Astera as soon as possible. May the Sapphire Star light his way home.


In the Wood Elf Realm of Anmyr

Tatsumi was engaged in a long drawn out battle with the Demonic Beastman that seemed to be using some sort of Magic, not Imperial Arms but actual Magic. The only reason he was still going was due to him having the Physiology of Tyrant. If not, he would've been exhausted or driven mad by the Monster's intense malevolent presence. He still couldn't land a killing blow due to the other monsters and Beastmen sacrificing themselves to defend him, plus the Magic. He needed time to charge a large enough attack to get him in one shot.

The Beastman then spoke something incomprehensible as then two large hands made from roots burst from the ground and grabbed him. As Tatsumi was held to the ground the Beastman approached him and then touched his face with a finger causing an intense burning sensation. Tatsumi then realized that his enemy's leader was within range. He rapidly charged the largest attack he could in that instant and then released it point-blank. The beast wailed as it disappeared in a flash of intense light.

Morghur The Shadowgave was dead once more.


So Ash and Guts crash a Beastman party, Shirou encounters some exotic mutated wildlife and The Dark Elves are fucked! I love writing this story!


Omake(non-canon)

Rumors had spread among the Skaven and Goblins of Karak Eight Peaks of a monster that fought like a Warlock-Engineer and a Dwarf Slayer rolled into one. It wore black armor and a padded tunic; its presence was always made known by its distorted breathing sounds from underneath it's mask. It used Chemical Warfare, Explosives, a Shovel and a Shotgun to murder its way through the denizens of the tunnels like sheep. The Skaven tried to ambush him but he'd always be one step ahead of them. The Night Goblins tried to overwhelm him but he did not yield.

This monster, this man was in fact a member of an infamous regiment that had fought in many campaigns in a hostile galaxy. He was a veteran of several battles, he did not know where he was, he did not know why. But he would continue to do what he had always done, fight for The Emperor until he dies in battle. He was a man of Krieg and it was his duty. No Greenskin or mutant-rat would take that away from him.