Another Nightmare Begins

Mugrub had another Nightmare, it began with groups of nomads traveling with their hunting dogs, beasts of burden and livestock. Then something horrible happened, a great catastrophe shook the planet. Fell energies spread across the land and green meteors much like the strange shard he had found earlier and the comet from his other dream fell from the skies. They obliterated entire forests and left large craters of scorched earth. As the corruption spread across the land the nomads and their animals grotesquely merged with the beasts of the forest.

Most importantly the calamity also brought fiends into the world. Worst of all they were the ones responsible. No, that would be incorrect for it was their masters that were the true architects of this disaster. The Dark Gods that drew the worship from the Beastmen they had created and the various cultists. They planned to destroy the world with their various cults and creations.

The effects of this Great Catastrophe reminded him of an event in his world known as The Mourning, but if it was on a much larger scale. Mugrub awoke in a cold sweat.


Meanwhile in a Sylvanian Graveyard

(In the delusional haze of a Strigoi Ghoul King)

Count Otto von Stroheim sat upon his Throne with his Beautiful Wife, Ilya von Carstein her beautiful pale skin shimmered like the silver moon Mannslieb. He went to kiss her and she tried to nip at his neck.

"Oh, playful." he commented.

He loved his Wife so much.

Then a strange man wandered into their Palace. How odd, he hadn't been expecting visitors this evening and he hadn't called for a tribute.

Earlier

After getting thrown out of the rundown shithole he was in earlier by that Unbelievable Bulk (Grimgor) Qrow wandered into yet another strange village in the middle of nowhere. This time however the people were scared shitless and hiding in their homes. He asked around and they said that there was a Vampire in the nearby cemetery that was ruling over them. What was worse though was that they were resigned to accept this. Because he was keeping them safe from external threats.

The monsters outside and the other lords which they said were literal monsters in the shape of men. To his understanding they relied on a Vampire to protect them from other Vampires. Talk about trading one evil for another.

He walked into a swamp-claimed graveyard filled with burial mounds and the croaking of frogs and toads along with the chirping of crickets and cicada. He was approached by hunched emaciated creatures that were holding aged swords. They gave off an almost empty hollow presence that seemed lifeless. They were Ghouls that guarded their master's lair. They attacked him in a maddened charge while letting out a throaty howling noise.

Qrow killed a few of them with his sword before they quickly resorted to keeping their distance, concluding he wasn't easy prey. He cautiously walked until he discovered a pathway into an underground Crypt. The Ghouls became more anxious as he approached it. So, odds were the big cheese was probably down there. The Ghouls followed him down watching, observing.

After walking past various coffins and sarcophagi, Qrow was surprised to see another Vampire of the same variety he had killed that other time but wearing old armor, sitting next to a big ugly Bat-thing. They had two armored undead servants wielding swords and shields standing guard next to them. They felt slightly different from the Ghouls but the same as the first Vampire he had met. All of these creatures gave off the same empty Grimm-like presence. The soulless presence of the living dead.

As he approached the Bat-thing lunged at him but was restrained by the other Vampire.

"No dear! That is not how you treat guests!" said the Vampire in a strange display of etiquette.

It was strange, he talked to that thing almost like it was his wife.

"Oh, balls!" exclaimed Qrow at the sudden realization.

"Oh my! There's no need to use such language in front of my beloved." said the Strigoi.

Qrow chose to ignore that and began to speak.

"So, do you kill any of the people you rule over?" he asked accusingly.

"Actually no, I only draw the blood I need from my subjects. Although my lovely Wife is rather hard to control which leads to occasional incidents so I try to keep her away from the commoners as much as possible while I collect blood. Also, many of the guards are impulsive towards intruders and I apologize if they attacked you on the way here." said the Strigoi.

Qrow couldn't believe it but the bastard looked like he was telling the truth. Were the people here actually better off with occasional incidents under this thing's rule? Cause what he heard about the other villages didn't sound any better, in fact they were worse off. Qrow was going to come to a difficult decision that may decide the Fate of an Entire Village.


In the Drakwald

Guts walked with Ash through the forest when Guts saw plumes of smoke visible over the trees. Ash rushed forward to see what was going on only to find the harrowing sight of a village on fire. Then he saw the one who was setting it on fire. A Witch Hunter was carrying a torch and using barrels of oil to spread the flames. Ash was pissed at the sight of the atrocity.

He saw a charred corpse on a pole. Someone had been burned at the stake. He walked over to the man and punched him in the jaw.

"What the hell are you doing Asshole?!" Ash demanded.

"You should be helping me. A heretic was here and I couldn't risk the corruption spreading so I decided to burn this village to the ground." He said self-rightously to justify his actions.

Ash saw through a window that the villagers had been killed in their own homes and piled like animals. Ash aimed his shotgun at the Witch Hunter but was tackled which redirected his aim as he fired. Both men tried to overpower each other. Ash was grabbed in a chokehold by the Witch Hunter, but Ash escaped by kicking him in the balls. Ash then punched him in the face as he was in pain and then blasted the man's face off with his Boom-stick.

Guts watched what had transpired and wasn't surprised as he was no stranger to religious zealots murdering innocents.


Somewhere in the Jungles of Ind

A Manticore sensed an intruder in it's territory, it then went to confront the wretch who dared to wander into it's Domain. The Intruder turned out to be a human, one wearing armor made from the hide of a wyrm of some sort, how arrogant. The man saw it and gazed in interest and possibly awe, much to the Manticore's annoyance. It fired spikes from it's tail at the human who quickly dodged. The man gave off an audible sigh before drawing dual swords.

It fired again, again and again but he still dodged. The Manticore decided to charge but the man dodged again. The Manticore then felt a sharp pain as it's tail was cut off. Then the human mounted on it's back before it could run away, The Manticore panicked and flew into the air. Then it felt more pain as the man proceeded to stab it in the back repeatedly mid-flight.

The Manticore howled in pain as it then collapsed crashing to the ground. The Manticore then felt one of the swords being pressed against it's neck.

"You made me do this." The man said.

The Manticore whimpered in fear.


(I decided to make some previous Omakes Canon I will continue where they left off here)

Paddylump The Great removed the shiny thing from around the Boglar Head Honcho's neck and then kicked the lifeless corpse away. He inspected it for a few seconds and then croaked loudly in triumph. The other Bullywugs croaked as well. The combined croaking resounded throughout the Marshes of Madness but to anyone unaware of the turn of events it would sound like a gathering of large toads croaking into the night.

(This will be the sole exception where more than one individual is transported)

Karak Eight Peaks

The Death Korps Engineer had exhausted all of the ammunition for his Lucius Pattern Mark 22c semi-automatic Shotgun. He would have to switch to the Lucius Pattern Type XIV Heavy Lasgun. He equipped the battery pack and pointed the Lasgun. He fired into a crowd of strange hooded Grots, vaporizing their upper bodies instantly. He was then approached by a large Squig which he killed with a shot to the head.

Then suddenly an explosion went off. He suspected that the Ratmen had learned from him and left a bomb in a tunnel right below him. Then consciousness left him.


Back in the Nordland Port Town

Oda Nobunaga was having a huge hangover. He was currently in a recently built Hospital with a physician in his 40s. He was a blonde man with a nice beard that said he had studied for a time in the University of Nuln and then abroad in Tilea and Estalia. He received many of his medicines from a Wood Elf Herbalist and a Halfling Apothecary. Oda also noticed several Arabian books of medicine on the shelves, he was clearly an interesting man.

His name was Dr. Donald Blake, he claimed to have started business here because this part of the Empire seriously needed a professional Doctor.

"Just chew on this Willow Tree Bark to make the headaches go away." said the Physician calmly.

Oda inspected the bark before he shrugged and began to chew it.

Oda then remembered the Sorceror, Suzuki Satoru who summoned an army of the Undead. He must have been a master of the Dark Arts possibly even a Lich. Perhaps if he can make the sorcerer his ally then he could unite his nation by force. An ominous smile formed on his face. Oda was now starting to wonder what was taking him so long to come back.


Back with Suzuki and his Skaven genocide

Momonga was caught off guard when he saw what appeared to be a small war party composed of what appeared to be Halflings and Ogres being led by a stereotypical Witch Hunter and his dog. The Ogres were more humanoid than in YGGDRASIL. One of the Ogres bit the head off of a Ratman and threw the body at another. The Witch Hunter fired his gun into the crowd of Skaven. While the Halflings used slings and bows to kill Ratmen at a distance.

This brought back fond memories of when he and his Guild-mates from Ainz Ooal Gown would go dungeon crawling together. The Skaven were starting to get overwhelmed and luckily for Momonga he had cast a spell beforehand to prevent Magical Communications so that they couldn't call for help. Also, good for him was that it even effected their Farsqeakers. Even better for him was the fact that since the Skaven were caught by surprise twice that was why they were starting to get overwhelmed. They couldn't recover fast enough to fight the intruders effectively.


Also, to all you 40k fanboys putting comments here without knowledge of Fantasy. Don't comment on something if you don't understand the key differences between both Warhammer Universes. Also, I'll never forgive Games Workshop for destroying Warhammer Fantasy before I became fully invested in it. It would only be fair if they gave 40k an End Times as well so they wouldn't be hypocrites, because they chose to end the Warhammer World. Most of the Community on the forums of the 40k wiki are so quick to suck GW's dick and defend their lies.

Age of Sigmar is only a success because of it's simpler Rule Set. It's not because of the new setting/lore or the new figures. How would the 40k fans react if the Imperial Guard and Adeptus Mechanicus got squatted and their setting got turned into 5e D ?